Emily's pov
I slowly got off Clayton's legs, keeping a goofy smile on my face and smacking a kiss on his cheek. As much as it disgusted me to be so close to him, to act like this, to let him get his hands on me, I absolutely couldn't blow my cover.
"Well, that was what I call fun," Clayton chuckled, stretching in his chair.
I forced myself to laugh - when in fact I just wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze, squeeze until his eyes popped out of their sockets and he turned blue from lack of oxygen. Only taking his life, giving him a painful death, could have repaid me for all the s**t he'd put me and now my mate through.
But that wasn't the right time - no, revenge was a dish that had to be served cold.
So, I went back to cuddle in his arms, repressing with every fiber
