Carlos's POV
"Why wouldn't I? We're together, aren't we?" I asked, convinced that what I was doing made perfect sense. I needed the entire world to understand we were a couple, and I wanted to leave my mark on her skin, ensuring that Miguel—and every other man—would think twice before trying to take her from me.
I couldn't care less if Grace labeled me possessive or immature, but I had to be certain. I needed to calm this restless feeling in my chest, to know she'd always belong to me, just as I'd promised to always belong to her.
However, her response wasn't what I'd hoped for because Grace attempted to pull away, saying, "No, Carlos, don't leave a mark, at least not somewhere so visible on my neck!"
I stopped kissing her when Grace protested. I stared at her with a deep scowl, "Gracie, you're not going into the office right now, so you should be fine staying here."
"But I'm meeting Miguel tomorrow, and it'll be difficult to hide if the mark is too noticeable," Grace objected.
