Blake’s woman? The hell I was going to belong to him or any other man of this club. I was not going to belong to any man at all. Period. I am a strong, independent woman. I do not need a man. My life is not here to be traded as if I were a prostitute. To hell with that idea.
"You and I will have an agreement." He said, glaring happily at my anger and dismay, congealed into one.
It seemed like Blake enjoyed the tormenting thoughts I was having right now. He was having fun with the fact that his words were getting to me. Almost as if it were a punishment, he thought I deserved from my previous comments. It's nearly as if he wanted me to scream for him to simply 'f**k off'. I am not far from that outburst.
"You will pretend to be my woman."
Wait… pretend? My headache has returned with f
