Kayla's POV
I was chopping the onions and garlic when I felt a presence behind me. It was Marcus, looking fresh out of the shower, staring at me with his green eyes. When his hands went around me, I felt the urge to slam the chopping board onto his head, to let him know that I knew what he was doing, and the fact that he was doing it without caring about how I felt was the most wicked thing he ever done to me.
"You smell so good. Are you still using the same shampoo?"
"Yes, of course. Now let me go, Marcus Turner. Wait in the dinning for your food and stop hugging me, you have me all night, I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh yes, I have you all night!"
When he slapped my behind, I paused my chopping, trying to stop the tears threatening to cascade down my cheeks from descending.
