His hands circled around my neck. “You would ensure that it would work.” He breathed around my nape. 

 

“Do you understand?” He repeated.

 

“Yes,” I struggled to answer.

 

“Damn! You sound so sexy, and smell nice too, you've been eating a lot of nice stuff and going out to fancy places, huh?” He whispered. 

 

“You no longer give a fuck about me,” He went on.

 

“That's not true. I care about you and I miss you,” I answered him.

 

“Prove it.” He freed me, reclining on the couch. 

 

I leaned in, kissing him on the lips. When he didn't respond, I crossed my legs over, settling on his laps, facing...