"I'm not a girl, Clark," I protested, feeling as though he didn't want me to lift anything heavy.
I only intended to pull my suitcase when he suddenly took it from me. When I tried to grab the other bag, he snatched that away too.
His actions made it seem like he doubted my strength for such a simple task.
"Nah! I'm just helping you out so you can save your energy for later. I want to make sure you don't tire yourself out too quickly tonight," he replied with a playful smirk on his lips.
I felt a surge of annoyance as I clenched my fist at his words. Was his mind consumed solely by that thing? What exactly was his plan? Did he intend to use me tonight for his pleasure until he grew tired?
Damn it!
Yet, I found myself at a loss for words. This was the arrangement I agreed to—to be his
