Chapter 35. Wet Dreams

"You heard me right, Marissa. You need to start holding up your part of this bargain," Bernard replied

"I don't remember telling you to call me by my name," Marissa replied to cover up the strange flutter she felt with the way he called her name in that sensuous tone.

He smiled cruelly "And what do you suggest I call you when we are eventually heating the sheets together? You do know we would be doing plenty of heating up, don't you?"

"Of course I know, you idiot," she muttered

He continued like she had not said anything: "Would you suggest I call you Diamond?" He tilted his head like he was considering "Na, I don't do fake names. Your surname? " He shuddered exaggeratedly. No, I am afraid I wouldn't relish calling out the name of an ancestor when I am in the throes of passion, so forgive me, miss. Marissa, it would be. I kind of relish calling it that, you know, or would you prefer Rissa? Hmm, that could even work better for me," he said, tilting his head l