Protective

She reminded herself mentally to get a grip on herself. She was supposed to hate him and be disgusted by him, not get her heart swayed by his pace.

Then, it hit her.

What he just say?

"For how long?" she slowly asked, finding herself in confusion. She couldn't recall the incident she let it slip.

"From the day of the ball," he generously answered, "it was cute how you ran and tried to hide. But I had enough of this chasing game."

So, he played her around like a fool the the entire time.

Absorbing the fact got the corner of her lips to twitch, feeling the rage inside her rise. While she was panicking, he must have had a good laugh in the sidelines.

She got her to attain her composure. Pushing him away from her, she fiercely glared at him and, in a determined tone, stated, "Now that you know, there is no need to drag it for any longer."

He arched his eyebrows at it.

"I will get started. I, Ashlyn Rogers, reject—"

Before she was able to continue to say rest of the words, her lips were c