You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

It wasn’t that Clarissa didn’t like being clingy; Matthew was simply too cheesy for her liking.

She felt more comfortable with the dynamics of their relationship prior to sex, and his corny actions right now made her feel rather awkward.

After they finished eating, Matthew put his arms around her again and showered her with all sorts of affectionate gestures.

He couldn’t keep his hands off her and had to maintain some form of skin contact at all times. It was as though he couldn’t live without having physical intimacy and skin contact with her.

Clarissa wondered if it was natural for men to act this way after sex.

Is a woman’s physical body all that matters to them?

Feeling uncomfortable at this thought, she pushed Matthew away when he leaned in to kiss her again. Then she frowned and stared at him deeply as all sorts of emotions flashed across her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Clarissa scoffed. “You are being extremely intimate and clingy today. It feels as though all you care about is my body.”

Matthew was stunned by her remarks, but he soon understood what she was referring to.

“Clare…” he said gently as he continued hugging her. “That’s not true. If all I care about is your body, I would have left you right after we had sex.”

“Don’t you dare!” she threatened him.

He chuckled in response. “I was just explaining myself. But really, if all I care about is your body, I wouldn’t be here right now waiting patiently for you to accept me.”

She thought about it and was convinced by what he just said.

He then added, “The most ideal state of love is when both the body and mind are intertwined. What we have now is perfect, and I absolutely love what we share.” He nibbled on her ear and continued, “I can’t hold myself back anymore, and all I can think about right now is how to treat you well…”

“Okay, I get what you’re saying. You can stop talking now, alright?” Clarissa interrupted him out of embarrassment.

She finally understood where he was coming from.

“Are you sure you understand me?” Matthew whispered in her ear with a cheeky smile on his face.

Clarissa gave him an angry look and pushed him away. “That’s enough!”

Not wanting to reciprocate his playful gestures any longer, she got on her laptop and messaged a few of her colleagues from the studio.

although he didn’t say a word, he kept gazing at her with deep, passionate

she quickly learned to

the discussion in her group chat was heating

Clarissa was the screenwriter. They liked the fact that the

commented: I don’t know why, but I’ve never liked Shermaine Smallwood. She just doesn’t look

think she’s fine. She is a professional actress after

just a publicity stunt. See how it suddenly fizzled

bit about her fiancé’s background. He is a prominent figure in D City, and it is impossible that he would just disregard her wedding announcement like that. If they were really getting married, do you think Shermaine would be permitted to maintain her active career in showbiz? It’s so obvious her announcement was fake. I also heard that the family of Shermaine’s so-called fiancé organized a birthday banquet with the intention of looking for a suitable partner for him. All the ladies from the upper echelon of D City attended the banquet. Haha,

person commented: Yo Emma, Number Two,

and she helped out at the banquet that night. Big spoiler, the king is actually so handsome that ladies can’t

Another user replied: Seriously?

named Number Two immediately posted a

how handsome he was, then Clarissa casually

asked, “What

did your family celebrate your birthday when you

he laughed. “Why

out

some tricks up their sleeves but I wasn’t interested,

mean

approached

think I wouldn’t find out just because you

their games, and I

you didn’t

with his slender finger, saying, “You actually trust me, don’t you? Just let that go, will you? It didn’t mean anything

you to say.” Clarissa brushed

out. But now that I did, the mere thought of it makes me feel uncomfortable. I

at him fiercely. “They even

on his lap. He held her face and gave her a kiss before saying, “Clare, I’m not a king, and you’re no concubine to me. You’re the only one I need and

moment, Clarissa realized that he had become a smooth-talker lately, and she had no

crossed her mind, prompting her to ask him, “Have you been

any hesitation,

not allowed to read my books. Please don’t read

of Matthew reading her novels gave her goosebumps, and she felt like erasing that

a brow and

don’t,” she