The house was already dark by the time I arrived. It seemed Tita and the others had gone out somewhere.
I was about to head up the stairs when a cold voice stopped me in my tracks, sending a nervous sweat down my palms. It was Godfather.
"Is this what you call coming home like a decent woman, Aira?" he asked. I swallowed hard at his words.
"I just really enjoyed talking and catching up with my friend!" I reasoned out.
"Catching up? About what? About bed matters? Or about how well he satisfied you?" he retorted. Rage was evident in his eyes. What on earth is he talking about?
"Can't speak now, can you?"
I almost froze where I stood as he closed the distance between us. His lips crashed onto mine—rough, demanding, and possessive. It was as if he was trying to mark me, to remind me that
