ROSETTE

Axel was showing a new side. A more gentler, softer side that left me with nothing but conflicted feelings. Did he think because we pleasured each other once, it was going to be a constant thing? He thought wrong. 

Mom was right; this was wrong, and it had to end. 

“And where will you be, sweetheart?”

“None of your business,” I answered, filling my voice with venom. “And stop calling me that.”

Axel’s expression didn't change—not even one ...