“You know, some part of me wants you to get pregnant.” He flexes his jaw, turning to look back at me with a face as sharp and cunning as a fox's. “Because then I'll be allowed—no, encouraged—to be with you. Otherwise, my dad will never let me have a girl like you.”
Fucking possessive and lovable bastard !!?!
I mean Sir like what ?
I mean sorry
But what ?
