A hint of amusement colored Jarrod’s tone.


    “In my own house, do I need an invitation?”


    Nicole hated to admit it, but he had a point.All content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Struggling to maintain herposure, Nicole demanded, “Get out.


    I need to get dressed.


    ”


    Jarrod picked up the clothes from the bed and tossed them at her.


    “Just wear these.


    It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.


    ”


    Nicole rolled her eyes, deciding not to engage further.


    She grabbed the clothes and retreated into the bathroom.


    Once inside, she discovered a deception.


    The garments Jarrod had given her were merely a sheer, almost transparent negligee.


    It was outrageously revealing, barely covering anything.


    She had never worn anything so revealing, and she wasn’t about to start.


    This guy!


    “Jarrod!” she called out, her voice thick with anger.


    “What is this The bathroom door swung open.


    Jarrod leaned against the frame, azy smirk on his face.


    “You called?”


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    “Who said you coulde in?” Nicole’s voice was sharp as she tightened her hold on the towel.


    Jarrod’s eyebrow arched.


    “Didn’t y


    ou just call for me?”


    Nicole was exasperated.


    “I didn’t mean for you toe in!”


    Feeling vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze, Nicole regretted her decision to marry him.


    It had been a rushed decision, driven by desperation.


    Now, contemting the consequences, she felt trapped.


    For the sake of her child and Kamh, she felt she had no other option.


    While she was lost in her thoughts, Jarrod had closed the distance between them.


    Nicole realized toote that resisting him might not be an option.


    Panic surged within her.


    “Hey, get out!”


    Jarrod grasped her wrist, pressing her against the frosted ss of the bathroom, his presence enveloping her.


    “Nicole, this is our wedding night.


    Where do you expect me to go?” His voice was deep, tinged with warmth and seduction.


    “Jarrod, stop this…” Nicole’s voice shook, her anxiety palpable.


    Yet, Jarrod remained calm and confident, his robe falling open to reveal his defined physique.


    His lips grazed her ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Don’t call me Jarrod.


    Call me honey.


    I want to hear it.


    ”


    Flushing with embarrassment, Nicole retorted, “In your dreams!”


    “Indeed.


    ” Jarrod chuckled softly, hisughter resonatingzily.


    “Being married to you does feel like a dream.


    ”