Could it be that when she looked at this face of his, so devastatingly handsome, the only thing she could think of was whipping him?
Couldn't she think of something else? Like strolling under the moon, cuddling in front of the flower beds…
Was she even a Woman anymore?!
"Put Medicine on me." Chad Yakov's Dark Eyes darkened as he tossed the ointment in his hand back to her.
He spoke as if it were only natural: "You were the one who hit me, I didn't hit back, so you have to take responsibility for me."
"I just whipped you once, don't you dare play dead. If I really get mad later, I'll make sure you go from playing dead to actually dead!" Victoria Gibson caught the ointment he threw over by Victoria, but didn't go forward, just issued a cold warning.
Anywhere else would have been one thing.
But the place he was hurt was his ass, and he actually had the nerve to ask her to help him put ointment there.
