She had surprised him earlier with her bold questions. He liked her so far; she amused him. He remembered the look on her face when he told her he had mistresses. She was probably the jealous type. I guess I like jealous, he thought, smiling to himself. He also liked when she played the flute, and when she had whispered his name. But now, she was as timid as a rabbit. That, he didn't like.
Married to the Devil's Son
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