“Daciana, let’s go swimming!” Tristan called out cheerfully from the sitting room.
“Thanks, but I don’t want to,” I replied lazily from the bed, not bothering to look at him.
“I won’t take no for an answer this time. This vacation is supposed to help us have fun and start over,” he said, now standing at the door to the room.
I stayed silent, pretending to be asleep. But the moment his hand touched me, I jolted in fear.
“Gosh!” I gasped, leaping back as if burned. My heart raced. The only thought flooding my head—my mind, my soul—was he wants to have s*x with me again.
The way I screamed startled him. He froze for a second, then quickly masked his fear and stared at me, confused.
“Sorry,” I blurted out, forcing a laugh. “I thought it was a spider.”
But he wasn’t buying it. I could te
