MYKEL

She was right. I was way over my head—I let my cock rule over my brain. I let this fucking feelings cloud the purpose of this marriage.

I tried to talk her out, but who would I fool when what I said was the complete opposite of what I did?

We barely spoke as we bumped in the kitchen. Adley grabbed a bottle of water, and I grabbed the fucking milk. She paused as she noticed what was in my hand, then she turned her heels and walked to the spare room.

Fuck.

Fuck this feeling.

Fuck ...