Book 3: If You Want It

Maddox

I remember that something is different before I even open my eyes. The long drive, the fight, the amazing sex… I slept well last night because I am back home in my castle, in a comfortable bed, with the woman I love.

But she is angry with me, and I honestly can’t blame her, though I was hopeful that explaining the situation would help her to get past it.

It didn’t, though, and seducing her was probably not the best way to go at the time. I just couldn’t help it. She is so beautiful, and every time I am around her, I struggle to keep my hands off her.

I know the moment I roll over and face her, we will have to move into discussion mode, and I hate that. I don’t want to talk about the queen contest or the other women or how it’s supposed to make her feel. I just want her to trust me when I say that I love her and leave it at that.

But it can’t be helped, so with a deep breath, I roll over to tell her good morning.

And find an