Chapter 117: CHOOSING AN ACTRESS
After a long and exhausting night, Harlow finally stirred awake. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and for a moment, she relished the quiet peace. Her body felt heavy, her mind still hazy from sleep.
But then it hit her. She wasn’t alone.
Her breath hitched as she suddenly remembered, she had fallen asleep in the same room as that monster. She struggled to sit up but realized she couldn’t. There was just something stopping her from moving. A heavy object on her waist.
She rolled the blanket and there it was. Alanis’s big arms protectively wrapped her waist, as if she was going to slip from him if he let her go. Harlow ground her teeth almost letting out a throaty groan.
She had promised to never let this man come close to her. Agreeing to sleep in his room had been a mistake. A mistake she was still trying to break herself free from.
She dug her nails into his arm, struggling to pry herself free. But his grip didn’t falter, if anything, it tightened slightly, as if he were teasing her resistance.
"Wives usually wake their husbands with sweet kisses and warm hugs," Alanis murmured, his deep voice with amusement, his lips brushing dangerously close to her skin. "But mine prefers to draw blood."
Her teeth ground together. "Did you forget the ’no touching’ rules, Mr. Hamilton?" she snapped.
"Alanis," he corrected smoothly, his voice dropping so low. "Call me Alanis. Or better yet, something cute. I won’t respond to Mr. Hamilton anymore."
His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and his lips curved into a lazy smile as he caught the subtle reaction.
Harlow pressed her lips into a thin line, willing herself to stay composed. She would not let this man, this monster, make her feel anything. She hated him. She hated him, and nothing was going to change that, not in this life or the next.