Chapter 83 Your As$Hole
- She shot at him a glare, and he began lowering himself to the bed.
- “You're such an asshole sometimes, Mr. Michael.” Inaudibly, Rita whispered while he drew closer. A glad snicker failed to leave his succulent lips until they met her forehead in a short but tender kiss.
- “I'm your asshole. Don't you ever forget that Mrs. Michael."