A disloyal subject

"I want to fuck you."

That's what he wanted to say, but of course, he wouldn't because if he did, then he truly wouldn't be able to retrace his steps ever again, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to take that risk.

"Don't mess around next time," he scolded lowly with a scowl, pinching Elara's plump cheeks hard enough to leave a mark.

Elara whimpered apologetically, admitting to her faults, causing Terrence's gaze to darken. Was she doing this on purpose?

"I'm sorry, I won't tease you anymore!" she declared remorsefully.

Getting off the pitiful lady, Terrence plopped onto the bed beside her with a sigh. Maybe spending a month alone with this walking hazard of a woman wasn't exactly the best idea.

Feeling a shuffle beside him, he was alerted to find Elara steadily crawling out of the bed, and he immediately called out, "What are you doing?"

"Leaving?" a confused Elara answered.