"Queena."
Leonard straightened his handkerchief leisurely, seemingly pondering something. After a moment of silence, he put it back inside his suit pocket and said slowly, "If you don't mind being my mistress... we can continue like this."
Mistress?
Continue like this?
I flipped the covers open and glared at him. "Don't you think you're being ridiculous?"
It was supposed to be his and Phoebe's wedding night, yet he'd ended up in bed with me and was even asking me to be his mistress.
It was ludicrous!
Leonard threw the red rose into the rubbish bin coolly. "Think about it, Queena."
Despite my exasperation, I tried my best to maintain my composure. "No, I don't need to. I don't want to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life."
"You don't want to have anything to do with
