I recall him kissing me lavishly a week ago right and he was more handsome than I thought he was, not like I have not seen him before, but he looks more confident and attractive.

"I know Mr. Nosy. Stone. Face." Jeremy rolled his eyes and jumped down the table and strolled up to me.

"How was your day, Sleeping Beauty?" He came closer to me and sniffed my face.

My cheeks were getting flushed. His scent was breathtaking and incredible.

Why was he asking me that, of course, my day, or rather my sleep, isn't a good one? Does he think I'm happy being here?

I just want to...