Trish's POV
Washing the dishes next to Joseph felt like a bizarre, forced imitation of a newly posed couple. My heart hammered, not from affection, but from the unrestrainable, grating groan he let out every few seconds. Even my attempt at peace was met with a trash-talking accusation – he called me a wild s*x addict, just like him. Honestly, what is it with guys and s*x? Is it some primal activity they simply can’t live without? I mean, not to generalize, but can’t a girl just have her peace, be seen, and be respected for her living life without being relentlessly pursued?
Seeing a guy like Joseph, who clearly thought his looks and arrogance justified everything, just made the anger at men burn hotter in my stomach. I truly believe that any man who carries s*x – whether as a clear, hidd
