“Excuse me, even if I don‘t like you, the way you touched me will scientifically trigger a response from my body!” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
He lowered down his lips and bit mine, “Call me husband. And the way you spoke to Anthony just now turned me on, so dominant.” He whispered. His voice was so masculine and husky, full of hormones. It made me blush for no reason.
“Haha……husband? I’m not used to calling you that.” I said.
He pinched my ticklish spot beside my waist and asked one more time, “Hmmm?”
“No!” I shouted. He started tickling me and I couldn‘t take it so I said,
“Husband!”
“Wait, call me babe, not husband,” he changed his mind.
“Babe.” I forced myself to call him that just so he could stop tickling me. Sure enough, he stopped and smiled at me happily.
“I know you weren‘t being sincere, but I‘m still happy you called me your babe.” He grinned. He seemed different; he never spoke to me like this. Why did I feel like he was speaking to someone he cares and loves a lot? Why did this though even cross my mind?
Then he took my hands and led me out of the washroom.
When he walked out, we came face to face with Anthony Smith. He smiled at Lance, but that smiled seemed to aimed at me. Lance‘s grip on my hand became tighter.
After we were far from him I asked, “Can you let me go, you are hurting me.”
Lance furrowed his brows and soften his grip, “I didn‘t realize, sorry. Still hurting?”
I shook my head, “it’s fine now.”
He suddenly stopped walking. I was confused and stared at him.
He suddenly grabbed my shoulder and said, “Jennie, you‘re mine!”
What the hell? Why was he suddenly acting so strangely in public?
“What?” I asked, raising an
eyebrow.
“Nothing, I just want you to know, you will always be my woman. You are also Lexi‘s mother. Don‘t ever interact with other man, alright? You know my temper.” He said.
The passionate and gentle man in the washroom disappeared, now Lance turned back to the cold one.
“Nothing, I‘m just telling you, I want you to know, that YOU ARE MINE.” He emphasized once again. Wow, possessive much?
We continued our way back to the hall. Leo came rushing to Lance and whispered something in his ears.
Lance knitted his eyebrows together and said to me, “Stay here, don‘t go anywhere. Me and Leo need to handle something.”
“Well, you know it very well yourself.” Why was his smile giving me goose bumps?
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