I stirred in my sleep and rolled into a rock-hard chest. Startled, I remembered the pleasurable night that I had with Derrick last night.
Mom had said it would work, making a man feel guilty will make him act right and rejuvenate his feelings for you.
With Derrick, considering the history that we have had, Mom had been too sure that this tactic was going to work, and it sure did.
The s*x had been so good that I did not realize that I was really in love with Derrick. It scared me that I lied about confirming him being my mate. Even though I was his, I hoped that what, I felt, was enough to match the mate bonding.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He said, smiling from his sleep. He seemed to have totally changed overnight, and it even scared me a bit.
“Good morning Derrick,” I said, must
