The Wrong Woman

Imogen certainly couldn't say it in this manner.

"I've been considering looking for a job," she said.

"Don't worry about it. Take your time. If you have any thoughts, feel free to discuss them with me. I have many friends who might be able to help," Jasper offered.

Imogen's pride kicked in as she quickly refused, "You don't have to trouble yourself. I can handle it on my own."

"I'm your husband. How could it possibly be a bother?"

"That's not what I meant. I'm just confident that I'll find a job soon."

"I see."

"And what about you?"

"I've also been thinking about work."

"Don't dwell on it too much. Try to get some sleep," Imogen suggested, blinking as she looked at Jasper lying beside her in the dim light.

Even in the darkness, his silhouette exuded a striking allure.

"Okay, goodnight," Jasper said.

Imogen whispered in

Jasper closed his eyes, his breathing

to fall asleep. As she shut her eyes, her

for several days, sleeping in the same bed. Did Jasper

treated each other respectfully, making her feel like their

that most men could easily have sex with women they found attractive, even without having feelings for

didn't Jasper seem to have such desires

was physically incapable of

mind swirling with these thoughts, Imogen slowly succumbed

she knew it, morning

a sudden weight pressed down on his lower abdomen. The discomfort from his erection jolted him awake, instantly

he grunted, swiftly moving to relieve the pressure

body beneath his hand, he froze

she apologized, "I'm really sorry about that. It wasn't intentional-I was just reaching for my phone and

beside him Sure enough, Imogen's phone was resting there. Without much thought, he retrieved it and handed it back

dancing on her lips as she

if her

curiosity about Jasper's sexual prowess had driven

away from Jasper, she couldn't help but tense up, feeling her body stiffen in response. Meanwhile, Jasper took a moment to compose himself, exhaling slowly as he gazed