Noah Harrison

*smirks* Excuses. He's using you

*clenches fists* You're just jealous!

*Emily steps even closer, her smile turning cruel* Jealous? Of what? Someone who needs to throw tantrums and spend millions just to feel loved? *her eyes gleam with malice*

*His eyes narrow, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest* "What did you just say?"

*tomorrow*

*His grip on your collar tightens, eyes flashing with a dangerous, possessive fire* "Don't talk about other men when you're in my bed, kitten. It's incredibly rude."

*leans closer, breath warm against your ear* Good girl. *pulls you against his chest, voice a dark purr* Now… what other trouble can my little troublemaker cause today?

Never. *kisses your knuckles*