Chapter 86

Joyvelyn’s kiss was caught by a stranger, and she was mortified.

She pushed Ellison away, signaling for him to stop.

But Ellison didn’t budge. In fact, when they were interrupted, the playful look in his eyes darkened, and as he kissed. Joycelyn, he shot Leah a sharp, almost threatening glance.

Leah froze, startled by his arrogant, domineering gaze.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt,” she quickly muttered, with a half–smile, as if making light of the situation.

But only she knew how shocked and jealous she felt inside.

Without lingering, she turned and went straight into the room to pretend to check on Isolde.

Yet the image of the passionate kiss stayed burned in her mind, Haunting her.

Joycelyn, unable to get Ellison to let go, twisted her hand into his waist.

His clear, mesmerizing eyes stared at her, full of mock annoyance–like a playful little kitten ready to lash out.

She was clearly upset now.

Seeing her eyes redden with anger, Ellison softly kissed her lips and then reluctantly pulled back, but not without a mischievous grin on his face.

He was such a tease–more daring in broad daylight than at home.

Joycelyn, fuming, clenched her fists and punched him lightly before storming off to the sink with the fruit basket.

Ellison licked his lips, savoring the moment, his smile wicked.

Joycelyn stood at the sink, scrubbing the fruit, her head low, wishing she could peel the red apple in her hand to release her frustration.

“Still not enough? Taking it out on the apple?” Ellison asked, arms crossed, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

Joycelyn looked up sharply. Her fair face was flushed bright red, and her eyes–wet and fiery–were locked on him in an angry stare.

Her lips, kissed only moments before, were still swollen and tender.

her fierce expression, to Ellison, she looked like a delicate, feisty kitten–puffed up, ready to fight,

had been buried

asked, looking down at her with an unreadable

asked, “What do you mean,

intense,

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Chapter 86

into a teasing

splashed water in his face. “Just wake up

and shit as he kept his gaze firmly on her,

her, calm on the surface, but inside his thoughts

body reacting

of his breath, Joycelyn knew she’d pushed her luck,

focus on it.

Ellison wasn’t leaving. He was watching her

to stay here

them covered, Ellison

deciding not to press it further. Instead, she hurriedly finished washing the

Ellison reached out and pinched her flushed earlobe.

rough touch made her shudder, her body jolting like a shock

turned her head, glaring at him, trying to escape his touch.

as he gazed at her clearly amused by her flustered reaction.

long pause, finally blurting out her frustration,

your husband’s affaire,” Ellison

that he was getting back at her for teasing

her words were stepping right into Ellison’s danger zone. “Wherever you go, there are

Ellison asked, his voice dropping a

take care of it myself,” Joycelyn said with a sly

playfulness suddenly gone. “Try running. I’ll break your legs first,” he said,

not talking to you anymore,” Joycelyn said, picking up the fruit and heading to the coffee table

bed.

didn’t even look at him

Grant, you’re so considerate. Taking care

wonder Mr. Grant

Feb 14 B BG

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