"So what?" Mika snorted, tilting her head back dismissively.
"Looks like you have no choice but to sleep with me tonight," Tristan Grayson said, raising an eyebrow smugly as he scooped Mika Summers into his arms and headed out the door.
Once they were out of the room, Mika struggled out of Tristan's arms. She reached over to close the door to Kiki's room, then spun around to glare at Tristan. "No way! I'm sleeping in the study." And with that, she bolted for the study.
Tristan reached out and yanked her firmly into his arms.
Mika froze, then started desperately shoving and hitting Tristan.
'That bastard. How dare he try to take advantage of me at a time like this.'
"Tristan, you—you're going back on your word! We had an agreement! Before we get married, you can't..."
But Tristan wasn't about to listen. He just grabbed her and pulled her toward the bedroom.
