Jayda's POV

"That was a scrumptious meal." I muttered as I dropped the spoon on the plate and wiped my lips with a serviette.

"I'm such a good cook, I'm sure you could never resist my cooking. Just imagine how good I'll be in bed."

A gasp escaped from my lips. "You're nothing but crazy, I can't believe I even ate your food." I replied.

He cleaned the dining table as I sat down on the sofa. "What do you think of going to the bar this evening?" He inquired.

"I don't think I want to even go anywhere. I'm just tired."

"And that's the main reason why you should...