Outside, Jamie still had a temper. He pressed Paityn against the wall and kissed her fiercely in a secluded corner of the club. He took possession of her lips again and again, savoring the rare moment of her compliance.

Finally, Jamie ended the kiss after a long while. However, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept his forehead against hers. His voice was rough and hoarse. “Why didn’t you resist? Don’t you hate me?”

Although Jamie was laced with passion, Paityn, who had spent years with him, understood him. She knew that he cared.

Last time, Jamie had blurted out, asking if something had happened between her and Monty. She hadn’t denied it in her anger, but today was different. Today, someone had mocked him publicly.

Paityn rested her hand on Jamie’s arm, and spoke softly, “I’ve never slept with anyone else.”

…

A single sentence for Jamie was like the purest, most elegant music. Suddenly, he pulled Paityn tightly into his arms. He lowered his head to gaze at her delicate face.