Chapter 18: Possessive.

Anya tried to get him off her, but he wouldn’t move. “Mr. Shaw,” she called him. She was getting annoyed by his crossing the line. “Daniel,” he said and she was confused. “What?” she asked. “Call me Daniel. Are you going to call me Mr. Shaw when we share a bed?” he asked. “Those words are quite misleading,” she frowned. “Is it wrong? We do share a bed,” he said, his face still buried in her neck. “If you tell me, why you were so triggered earlier, I will call you by your name,” she bargained and he finally stopped nuzzling her. “I heard you met with someone today. A man, that Dr.. Steele,” he said. At his words, Anya forcefully turned around while his arm was still strongly wrapped around her. Soon, they were face to face. They were basically pressed upon each other. She could even feel his breath on her face, but she was too angry to care. “You are questioning me, you?” she asked. Seeing her anger, he felt her accusation. He could tell she was referring to his relationship w