"No, that's not my kink." Chantelle's voice was sharp as she glared at him with clenched teeth. "I just figured that if you were stupid enough to try something on me, I'd finally have a reason to end you myself."

Andrew raised a brow, still amused. "Can I ask… have you ever actually dated anyone before?"

Her tone went cold. "Once. It didn't last."

"Only once?" Andrew said, surprised. "Sounds like the guy couldn't keep up."

Chantelle gave a humorless laugh. "He couldn't. Before we got together, I made the rules clear—no touching without permission. But that jerk was even worse than you.

"The moment we were official, he tried to grab my chest and whispered disgusting things. So I broke both his arms, shattered his legs, and dumped him into the water."

Andrew winced. "So… you killed the guy?"

She scoffed. "I wanted to. Unfortunately, he got lucky. Some fishing boat pulled him out of the water before he drowned."

Andrew shook his head. "Still can't figure out how Mr. McCormi