“What are you after, picking a fight with me?” She retreats step by step.
He closes in, step by step. “What am I after? First I’ll pick a fight… then I’ll have you.”
One lucky night, she mistakes him for an escort and picks a fight before having her way with the domineering CEO.
After they marry, she’s exhausted by his stamina and gasps weakly, “Stop kissing me. My lips are swollen.”
He curls a finger at her. “I was the one who picked you up first, so it’s my duty to take responsibility for you.”
The most beautiful love in the world is when the person you secretly love is deeply in love with you too.
