The Wrong Woman

Nathan asked sternly, “Who are you trying to insult by sleeping on the floor?”

Suzanne was enveloped in his masculine scent. She felt like she was about to suffocate.

Her mind was in disarray as she stuttered, “I-I just thought that i-it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to s-sleep together when you’re in love with s-someone else.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I have no feelings for you, so even if you were dancing naked in front of me, I wouldn’t spare you a second glance, let alone touch you.”

His words stung the most vulnerable part of her, crushing her.

She wanted to say something back in retort but choked up, afraid to reveal her feelings. She could only bite her lip in silence as her eyes grew misty.

Nathan was momentarily dazed as he gazed into her beautiful, teary eyes.

However, he swiftly laid back on the bed the next second and ordered, “Turn the lights off and sleep.”

Immediately, the voice-activated system in the room turned off the lights.

she stared into the darkness.

they both occupied one end each, there was still

to fall asleep.

to fatigue in the late hours

…

of a phone ringing woke

groggily and saw Nathan dressed handsomely

was because she was blinded by love, but he seemed

phone and answered

Nathan’s worried response. “You caught a cold? I’ll

a pang of jealousy after hearing Sally’s name.

ended the call and

reined in her temper and said, “You promised me you would be a loyal husband. Being faithful is

my childhood friend. We’re just friends, so this doesn’t

friends love each other to the point of

burning and her chest tightening.

to leave, she cried out, “Nathan Morrison,