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 bit. It still remained pleasant. Maybe he hasn't come down from that high yet. “Stop calling you what? Sweetheart? I don't think I’ll stop. I like calling you sweetheart even though...