Chapter 52. Am I Dying?

Abigail’s POV

I wasn’t born yesterday, nor was Maxwell the first male I had met with an agenda. I knew the second he approached that he wanted something from me. What wound me more was that if he asked outright, I would most likely oblige him; I was a people pleaser, I always had been.

But scheming to get what you want irritated me, which meant I was more than likely going to drag my heels and then not help to be a stubborn mare. Deciding I would be all sugar and sweet, I smiled my most innocent smile and played the part of ‘damsel’ he had already decided to cast me in.

Feeling the tension between Damien and Jason rise to an uncomfortable level, I sighed; Damien wasn’t helping with his need to touch me or be insanely close to me at all times. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the feeling of his hands on me, nor the sensation it gave me. But I didn’t enjoy seeing Jason put out over it. Despite what had happened today between us, I knew he had been pushed to snap