It was just an excuse to dupe Madam Quinn. She had confidently said it knowing he was far away and wouldn't hear her words.
'He actually read my lips!' Her eyes widened in realization.
Then, it meant he heard the rest of the things too. Pink exploded on her cheeks.
Ella cleared her throat, "It doesn't matter. Our divorce is inevitable."
"Dream on," Adrian released her chin.
Before she could catch her breath the man's hand settled on the back of her neck. He fisted her hair firmly and angled her head.
Then, he lowered his head, whispering against her lips, "You are mine."
"You are sick," He had been meandering around with birds and bees from all nations yet refused to set her free.
She pushed his chest with her free hand but he stepped forward, pressing her against the bookshelf.
Ella gulped softly. His body was cold yet up so close, she felt herself burning whenever their skin grazed. The slightest contact made her skin tingle with fire.
