CHAPTER 277 – Cold Shoulder

  CRIMSON

  As the weeks went by, I had become more agitated. Even Gillian’s presence gnawed at my nerves, and I didn’t know why.

  Lie.

  I knew exactly why.

  Ever since Tawny rejected me, it hadn’t sat right with me. The scene from that night - playing over and over in my mind drove me insane as to why I should even care.

  She rejected me, so what? It’s not as if I felt the mate bond anyway.

  Gillian was upset with me. I could tell. Last night while staying in the hotel room she tried to be intimate with me and I pushed her away. I just couldn’t. I couldn't even get hard the last few times she stroked me or took my cock between her lips. Her scent was beginning to repulse me.

  She knew something was wrong. And there was. Is. Tawny.