Disdain radiates through her with a murderous glare. She breathed in slowly, exhaled calmly to ease the rage.

Minutes had passed but she was still fuming.

Tessa stood by the side of the bed, in her pajamas, eyes shooting daggers at the man lying on the other side of the bed.

His arms folded across his chest as he lay on his side.

“ I am not going to sleep with you on the same bed,” she informed sternly.

“ Suit yourself.” He muttered.

But he wasn't moving.

Her brows creased as she watched him lying still on the bed. She swallowed and said again.

“ It won't be comfortable...