Mia
He stepped across the threshold of the great bedroom and banged the door shut with his foot. He gently dropped me onto the king-size bed and then stood back.
He looked frustrated and angry, and I didn’t know what to do. Heck, I didn’t even know what I’d done to make him so pissed in the first place. All I wanted before we seriously began our relationship was to have a day to rest. Was my method ineffective? It was meant to come across sweet and pleasant when I wanted something.
I stared up at him with large eyes, blushing profusely as I continued to search my brain for words.
“s**t!” he snapped as he raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes dark on me.
“James? What’s wrong?” I asked, my heart racing. I hated when men got angry. When men got mad, they did horrendous things. The
