Nicholas
Mistress? Morgana wasn't my mistress. She wants me, but I don't.
Jamila is determined not to attend my parents' dinner with me, and it's frustrating. I can smell her anger in the air. Why the f**k is she so mad at me? Could it be because of how I lost my s**t when I saw the mark on her neck? I glare at the damn mark again; it's still there.
"The dinner is in your honor," I tell her.
" I don't want to be honored," she snaps. Oh, goddess. She's doing this on purpose. She stands, penetrating gaze through me, and arms crossed against her chest.
" Will you force me?" she challenges. I take a step towards her, towering over her.
" You will attend the dinner with me, and that's an order," I command. Jamila scoffs and rolls her eyes,
" Um, no thanks,"
No? I gave her an orde
