Dasha’s heart quaked again at his words. “What did I ever do to you?” she questioned with frustration, whispering to him.
Desmond’s jaw tightened as his eyes drilled into hers. “Don’t ask me, Dasha. You should know what you did to me.” He removed his hold, and she almost staggered.
Dasha regained her balance, stepping back away from him. She then felt her back against the door to the walk-in closet. Her fluttering eyes were on her husband’s vexed face, but he appeared to control it.
“I’ll go take a shower. It’d be sweet if you join me,” he said with a smile.
The sudden change of his mood put Dasha in a seemingly crazy fast carousel that she got dizzy. “W-what did you say?”
“You heard me. Don’t play dumb, wifey. It’s unlike you,” his quick retort with a snort.
Dasha gaped when he beg
