‘’Is this because other men dared to touch me?’‘ I flash at him, tossing back my hair over my shoulder with a manicured talon. So fucking transparent it’s unreal.

I honestly think I should book him a shrink appointment myself; this control thing he has going on was maybe sexy in the early days of meeting him, but when it’s rammed down your throat at every turn, and his tight leash of possessive is around your neck, it gets old very fast.

‘’Yes. Now get up the ...