Love My Friends with Benefits novel Chapter 24

"Queena."

Leonard straightened his handkerchief leisurely, seemingly pondering something. After a moment of silence, he put it back inside his suit pocket and said slowly, "If you don't mind being my mistress... we can continue like this."

Mistress?

Continue like this?

I flipped the covers open and glared at him. "Don't you think you're being ridiculous?"

It was supposed to be his and Phoebe's wedding night, yet he'd ended up in bed with me and was even asking me to be his mistress.

It was ludicrous!

Leonard threw the red rose into the rubbish bin coolly. "Think about it, Queena."

Despite my exasperation, I tried my best to maintain my composure. "No, I don't need to. I don't want to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life."

"You don't want to have anything to do with me?"

Leonard chuckled as he repeated my words. He then leaned into me.

I reflexively backed away.

Unexpectedly, he merely lowered his head and swiped a hand on the sheets.

"That's not what your body says." Leonard showed me his fingers. "Queena, don't lie to yourself."

Without hesitation, I slapped his hand away.

He didn't get angry, merely walking towards the door while laughing. "Think it over. I have all the time in the world to wait for your answer."

"Save it!" I yelled furiously. "I'll never agree to it, not in this lifetime!"

He ignored me and continued towards the door.

When he reached the entrance, he bent down to put on his shoes, then turned back to say to me, "Oh, right. Since we're on the topic of a lifetime, you should remember this well. Even if I don't marry Phoebe, I won't marry you. Not in this lifetime."

With a click, he turned off the lights. The room fell into darkness.

I lay on the bed and listened to the sound of his footsteps fading away.

Leonard was gone.

I was so enraged that my chest ached. I stared at the ceiling blankly.

I never expected to end up in Leonard's hands.

I felt humiliated thinking about what had just happened.

I was sticky with sweat, and the sheets were damp from our previous activities. I wasn't in the mood to bother about it.

...

A familiar ringtone suddenly rang out.

Someone was calling me.

I didn't want to move, still staring at the ceiling.

At such an ungodly hour, only Gail or Bell would be calling me. Phoebe would never call.

As I recalled Phoebe's reaction during the wedding, I smiled, then sighed.

She'd put in so much effort to maintain her image, painstakingly playing the part of a stately, gentle lady. That had been completely ruined on this day.

However, I wasn't much better off.

Both of us had suffered from humiliation, hers in public and mine in private. Neither of us had won this round.

However, if Phoebe were to find out that her fiancé had slept with me on their wedding night...

I shook my head, imagining her reaction.

She would probably want to kill me... even if her fiancé was the one who'd forced himself on me.

While I was deep in thought, my phone had stopped ringing.

I finally regained some strength and flipped onto my side, trying to get away from the dampness on the sheets.

...

Suddenly, my phone started ringing again.

They were really persistent.