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. Still, she

bed was wide, so even though they both occupied one end each, there

to

succumbed to fatigue in the late hours of the night.

…

next morning, the sound of a phone ringing woke

saw Nathan dressed handsomely in a black combat

but he seemed to sparkle, no matter

phone and answered softly,

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

feeling a pang of

eyes, Nathan ended the call and turned around to face her. “I need to head out

and said, “You promised me you would be a loyal husband. Being faithful

hesitated before replying, “Our families are close, and Sally’s my childhood friend. We’re just friends, so this doesn’t affect

love each other to the point of sticking close

burning and her chest

she cried