Eros's POV
The car sped towards our hotel while Anacá closed her eyes and rested her head on the backrest. I watched her warily. I hadn’t expected her to put up a fight at all. Her innocent face was misleading. I had dreamed of joining the mile high club with her on our wedding night. It was the perfect plan, but she preferred discovering the skeletons in my closet instead.
Even after my lengthy explanation about my motive, she gave me a wary look. Was it so difficult to understand I had no ulterior motive? I was a persistent guy who could never take no for an answer. I wanted her and got her. Now I wanted her naked and pinned under me. I would work harder to achieve that, no matter what.
The car entered the chic Champs-Élysées neighborhood and stopped right on the hotel premises. Befo
