Joey's mind suddenly froze, her wide, dewy eyes locking onto Frederic in stunned disbelief.
"What do you mean?"
"Marriage license, of course. You agreed to it last night, and there's no going back on it now," Frederic said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he playfully nipped her lip.
Joey's memory started to piece itself back together.
Last night, amidst a whirlwind of passion, just as she was nearing her c****x, he suddenly paused and whispered seductively in her ear, "Babe, let's get our marriage license tomorrow, okay?"
At the time, she had tried to muster a refusal, but his tantalizing touch had her completely undone, her senses overwhelmed.
In a daze, she had nodded in agreement.
Joey's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
She glared at Frederic.
