Possessive Lies — Lace Panties On The Sofa

Loving someone means you can't help but show them off to the world. My fingers treble as I quietly close the page and book a flight to Northrum. Jared, we're done. The moment the flight confirmation appeared, Jared Jackman, whom started a video call with

on the screen, he was standing in front of the hotel's floor-to-clane window. Tasha, why are you still awake? If I hadn't just seen those 600-plus posts on his social media, I probably would have melted when he called me that.

I didn't say anything right away. Jared coaxed me the way he always did. Did you miss me? Be good.

My project is almost done, so I'll be back in three days at most. I'll bring you a gift when I get back. Are you alone at the hotel? I stared at the lace panties scattered on the sofa, my voice cold as I asked him.

There wasn't the slightest change in his expression. If anything, his smile looked even more natural. Of course, I'm alone. Didn't I promise you I wouldn't go anywhere while I'm on business trips?

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's laughter came from the other end of the