CHAPTER 11
JAZZY
Jazzy hadn’t expected Gio to go all traditional on her, carrying her over the threshold and softly placing her before their bed. It was only now that she noticed the sparsely-lit candles and rose petals on the bed. Someone had gone through the trouble to spruce the place up, make it look like a honeymoon suite, complete with a bottle of champagne on the nightstand.
“This bedroom is f*****g Switzerland,” he said out of the blue. No need to explain; she wasn’t supposed to drag their s**t in here.
Now that she was alone with him, she wasn’t sure how to act. Obviously, she knew what was coming, since it was their wedding night, and really, she would be the worst kind of hypocrite if she denied wanting to have s*x with him. Still, part of her was unsure what was going to ha
