"Fuck it. I'm a pussy whipped motherfucker," Ash grumbled to himself as he drove up to the gates of the Sitnikov mansion.

It had taken three hours after Anya's departure before he decided to go look for her. He realized he didn't care if she was spoiled brat. He loved the little troublemaker. He would just have to do his best to meet her standards, and if he came up short, he would take her to bed, where he knew he was capable of fulfilling her every wish.

He just had ...