"Heh..."
Eva Ronan let out a contemptuous sneer, "So you're saying that if I decide to break up with you, you'll just hang around my house and refuse to leave?"
Max Shaw leaned closer against the sink counter, his thin lips forming a casual smile, "That's actually a pretty good idea."
As he spoke, the man moved closer to her, the scent of tobacco in his breath continuously assaulting Eva Ronan's senses.
She stared back at Max Shaw without flinching, her eyes filled with even more sarcasm, "Max Shaw, have some decency, we're both adults, don't..."
More unpleasant words were once again stifled by Max Shaw's deep kiss.
Eva Ronan felt both exasperated and helpless; she couldn't understand how this guy could be so shameless.
They were merely bed partners for physical needs, yet this man just wouldn't let go after getting attached.
Eva Ronan thought he simply wanted to reduce his career struggles by twenty years, using his pretty-boy looks to marry into a wealthy family.
