Chapter 8 - Separate Ways

It happened again, Edmund’s analytical thoughts went astray after the lower side of her abdomen came in contact with his hard member, throbbing through the pants as it did all day long, threatening to escape and forge ahead to the most coveted place on Earth, her inner part.

Like the world came to a halt, he felt nothing else, nothing but the shockingly heavy slap on his face she gave after he advanced that damn request to her, a proposition he believed to have been totally entitled to push forward.

Clearly, she disagreed.

He touched his face, it stung. It was the first time a woman slapped him, so it felt rather interesting.

‘She should beg me. She should!’

Every other woman would have blatantly offered herself to him, doing whatever things necessary to benefit from a single touch from his part.

‘Why would she be any different? God, how I’ve yearned to hear those fucking words!’

Instead, after slapping him, she left his side, retiring in the sleeping area.

If only she would have sa