Emily Rose POv.
"Emily, I am done," he said, and a sharp pain shot through my stomach. This perfect guy wanted to spend the night with me, and my lack of presence and effort clearly offended him.
Shit!
"I'm tired of wasting my energy on someone who doesn't appreciate my good intentions," he continued, and I took a deep breath.
When he went around the bed and sat on the other side, I mentally prepared myself for a harsh reprimand. He sat on his back, hands behind his head, and looked at me with a mischievous glint in his dark irises.
"If you want something, you have to work for it." He closed his eyes and winked at me.
Is he serious?!? What do I do now? I've never put a man's c**k in my mouth. My experiences had been pathetically bad, and he wanted me to do what?
"What do you mean by
