What is wrong with him? I attempted to wriggle free from his grip, but he tightened his hold on me. "Ah, Lucia, you really are a tough one to crack," he remarked, glancing at the TV for a brief moment before rising while still carrying me.
I protested, "Let go, Zayn. I don't think I want to spend those 24 hours with you anymore," I retorted, and he chuckled in response. "I never go back on my promises; I will spend that 24 hours with you."
Before I knew it, we were in my bedroom, and he tossed me onto the bed. I let out a small sound of discomfort from the roughness of the throw. Just as I was regaining my composure, he loomed over me. "It's time to show you what I want in bed and how I like it."
His eyes gleamed as he spoke, and I swallowed hard. "You can't just dismiss me, Lucia. I wo
