The Wrong Woman

The book was abruptly pulled from Daniel's grasp, and Sienna stumbled into his arms. Startled, he furrowed his brows as he steadied Sienna. "What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

Panting, Sienna asked, "How much have you read?"

Daniel's voice softened, though his face remained tense. "Almost all of it. Can you change the ending?"

"No, it's already set in stone," said Sienna. Her cheeks felt warm.

"Maybe a spin-off, or a sequel?"

"The female lead's already gone. Even a sequel wouldn't bring her back."

Daniel let out a long sigh, feeling a heavy weight settle in his chest that he knew wouldn't lift anytime soon. He pulled Sienna into his lap and murmured, "Why end it so tragically?"

Sienna hung her head in silence. Back then, she was convinced that Daniel was devoted to his first love. Therefore, ending the story as she had was fitting.

Gently playing with her hair, Daniel looked at her blushing face and asked, "Darling, is it true what's written in the book? Did you fall for me at first sight?" Sienna nodded shyly.

Daniel's face broke into a bright smile, his voice filled with excitement as he asked, "So, those flirtatious moves you described the female lead using on the male lead-were you thinking of trying them on me?" Feeling embarrassed and awkward, Sienna closed her eyes and nodded cautiously. She wished she could just vanish.

didn't you?" Daniel

had been bolder, like her character in the book, and used those moves to seduce him, he would have fallen for

could a decent girl like me do

wry smile, pulling her closer and nuzzling her neck. He took in the scent of her skin and whispered, "You wrote about the male lead getting drunk and the female lead forced herself on

guilty, Sienna squirmed out of his embrace.

onto her and refused to let her go. "Are you feeling

anything.

"Let's talk first."

"Let's eat first."

stern expression. "Have you ever done something unspeakable to me before?" Sienna blinked her

have to

knew that when he

wasn't referring

It meant teasing her most sensitive and ticklish spot, which was pure torture

do

playfully tugged at her clothes