You Are My One and Only

When Patricia finally gathered the tiniest sliver of wits about her, she let out muffled cries as she pushed Isaac off of her.

Isaac seemed to regain some of his senses too. He pulled back and gave her enough space to sit up, but her top had been yanked apart, displaying her pale, white…

“Ah!”

Patricia grabbed a pillow to hide her chest. “Isaac Arnold! You’ve gone too far!”

Isaac was feeling rather uncomfortable too. It took all of his willpower to rein himself in. He wanted to continue, but from the looks of it, that was not going to happen.

His breathing remained heavy as his eyes flashed dangerously. One day, he was going to lock her within his arms and make her his, for good.

For now, all he could do was respond with a cunning smile. “Do you know where you were touching? Don’t you know how dangerous it is to touch a man there?”

Patricia blinked and tried to recall what happened earlier. I was just applying the ointment as per your command. I didn’t touch anywhere I shouldn’t, right?

“How should I know? I’m not a man.”

Even now, images of what they had been doing were flashing across her mind, and it drove her crazy. It was such a strange feeling.

I want it to continue? It was just a natural, biological response, right? She tried to convince

normal for her to have desires too. That

behind the pillow, and she began to button up her

strongly he held onto her. Isaac, you scoundrel! How she would love to

paid her

black shirt back on. While buttoning the shirt with one hand, his eyes

is

he would never

what he wanted, they would line up by the hundreds,

top. She slid off the bed and

Arnold, I hope you will show me more respect in the future. Even if you like me, did I agree to this? I did not, so it counts as

the door and left at

the bedroom. When she was

the room felt cold and empty—void of the warmth

his movements

then, his phone began to ring, so he

“What is it?”

and Miss Aniston’s engagement party next week. Do you wish to decide on the details in person