Zelia
I wake up to the noise of water splashing. With effort, I pry my eyes open to find the disturbance. Jehan is dressed only in pants and washing clothes. A frown plastered on his gorgeous face as he fights the pain the activity causes his back.
“You are loud,” I moan and close my eyes again. Jehan is irresistible half-naked so early in the morning and truly, I do not need that right now. Last night’s memories are still vivid in my mind. At first, I found his concern for me charming, but the way he went about it, was all wrong. I have accepted the fact that I can never return to that which was my life. Why did he need to rub it in that I am spoiled fruit for other men? Why get my body all worked up and then tell me no? That is why I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I m
