Danika
Then, before I could move, he reached into the drawer and tossed something onto the desk beside me.
A small vial on the nightstand.
"Drink it," he said.
I frowned, still catching my breath as I propped myself on my elbows. The glass bottle glinted under the dim lighting, and when my gaze fell on the label, my blood turned to ice.
A contraceptive.
Not again. He does this everything. I thought by now we would have gone past this. Sometimes he even forces me to take it if I refuse.
Her stomach twisted. I snatched the vial from his hand and glared at him, my fingers tightening around the tiny bottle. "Are you serious?"
He sat up, running a hand through his roughed hair. I must confess, he was breathtakingly handsome, his muscular frame bathed in the shadows. I hate to admit it b
