Clarissa POV
"Huh? Tired from work? Isn't that the best time to release your stress by fucking me? You always come to our apartment whenever you're tired and want a blowjob or a quickie," I pointed out our usual habit when Claudia was still oblivious to what happened behind her back. "In fact, that's what you've been doing for almost every day. How come it's different now?"
Miles was still trying his best to force a smile, but it looked so fake that it began to irritate me.
"I'm serious, Clarissa. It's uh… my stepbrother," Miles said. "He has been making things difficult for me."
"Hah? Difficult?" my brows creased when he mentioned Ray Gatlin, my dream man who finally made me feel things in my head, my heart, and my pussy.
Ray Gatlin was a special entity in my head, like some kind of god that had descended just to be my future husband.
