"You really love me that much, huh?" Mike teased as Denise averted her gaze, her face flushed.

"Of course, you're mine, not to that b*tch," she said.

"It feels so good hearing you like that, sweetie because I remember I'm the one who always says that, but how you say it as well," Mike said, smiling at her.

"I love you, Mike," she murmured under her breath as Denise felt him stiffen and his face was emotionless when she looked back at him.

"Say it again," he insisted.

He drew her in closer, so she was straddling his lap, and trapped her in his arms, preventing her from moving.

"I...