"What happened? Is there an issue with the company, and we can't go on our honeymoon? If we can't go, it doesn't matter..." Before she could finish the word "matter," her mouth was covered by the man's, his deep kisses relentless, swallowing the words she wanted to say.
All her thoughts were then clouded by the man named Michael Gordon. She collapsed softly into his embrace, her hands involuntarily hooking around his neck, following his movements.
"Ivy..."
"Mmm!"
In a low tone, the man's voice carried an unexplained anxiety that spread to Ivy Aretha's ears and tugged at her heartstrings. "Michael, what's wrong with you?"
He had only left for a short while, yet he had come back with something troubling his mind.
"You're mine!"
Instead of answering her question, Michael Gordon just forcefully declared his ownership.
"Now the whole world knows I'm yours!"
