“Go home, Beatrix. You know what you’re asking for is impossible!” said Alexander, his eyes cold and spiteful. Beatrix shook her head and slipped past him into his apartment, refusing to listen to him this time.
“Why? Which era are you living in, Alexander? We’re engaged and will marry one another in four months. I won’t stay away from claiming what’s mine. You’re mine!” she said, her eyes flashing with defiance. Her little speech stunned Alexander, and he looked desperately for a way to throw her out. He couldn’t even think of having se* with Beatrix, not even in his worst nightmares. In fact, kissing her made him nauseous, let alone anything else.
“No, I don’t believe in se* before marriage. You might think me old-fashioned, but that’s how I am,” he lied through his teeth, as it was
