My Stepsister, My Revenge
For a womanizer like him, wanting what belonged to another man had always carried a dangerous allure.
"I’m really sorry, Monica. I just couldn’t control myself. You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this moment," he said, swallowing hard.
"Shh, stop. I don’t want to hear it," she cut him off sharply, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a slow breath to compose herself. "We agreed it was just going to be a picture of us kissing. You asked to kiss me before the shoot as a condition, and I agreed—but that doesn't give you the right to go this far. What you did is considered harassment."