Vera’s POV.

“Damn that.” David cusses at the sound of my ringtone. He presses me against the wall, wanting to drive my attention away from it but I needed to take the call.

“I need to answer the call,” I mutter into the air between us.

“That can come later…” He tries to order me but I take charge immediately.

I mean this is my life now. I have every right to make the decision and not him.

At that, I perch my hands over his drenched chest, pushing him away.

“No, I need to take the call.” While speaking I gaze up at him.

David’s jaw clenches and I...