" Get your filthy hands off me!." Samantha pushed his strong arms that were wrapped around her waist away.
She twisted her lips in disgust. Those images of Alexander coming home drunk and red provocative lipstick on his shirt flashed in her mind.
She closed her eyes slightly and heaved a profound sigh.
" Don't you ever touch me! l don't know what the hell was happening with your brain that made you say I'm your wife."
Her hands were clenched in a tight fist until her knuckles turned white.
Alexander was just glancing at her with a raised brow. He wondered if it was wrong to save her from hitting her soft bottoms on the cold hard floor.
" Hello there!" Sam clicked her fingers in the air as the corner of her lips curved into a bitter smile.
" Don't think you'll take me to bed like you usually do with other women. I'm a woman of my own standards, Alexander Hernandez."
