Book 3: What Will He Do?

Anacá's POV

I closed my eyes in a state of panic. What would he do with me? “Please, I’m exhausted. I want nothing to do with ice creams ever again. I hate it already,” I rambled as he dropped me on the bed and stared at me. “What? I hate this, you, and ice cream.”

His expression changed into something I couldn’t fathom. What did he have in mind? He almost looked snubbed by my lack of enthusiasm. It might be an everyday occurrence for him, but I wasn’t comfortable having s*x with a stranger. Eros was still a stranger whom I was compelled to marry. 

His reputation didn’t help at all. Would he dump me if he knew I was a virgin with zero experience? 

I watched him awkwardly, admiring his good looks. His angular jaw, straight nose, sun-kissed skin, and hazel eyes were to die for. Not to mention his sculpted body that had already turned me on, yet I couldn’t imagine giving my virginity to him, married or not. 

He picked up a t