She was a crafty enemy, and conventional methods wouldn’t work on her.
If I told Sasha and Michael now that I’d said so many bad things about Joanna to them, they wouldn’t believe me.
I didn’t have a recording of my conversation with Joanna, and even if I could repeat what Joanna said, I didn’t have any proof.
Maybe I didn’t have to make a complicated plan. I didn’t have to prove to Michael that Joanna was a bad person. I only had to find a way to make Joanna lose control in front of everyone. Her previous disguises would fall apart if she took off her mask.
But how could I make Joanna lose control?
She didn’t believe Michael would mark me so I would show her.
I’d get Michael to mark me and show it to everyone so my connection with Michael would strengthen, and Joanna would have no reason to stay here.
A mark was unique and could not be easily erased, and Joanna would see it and know that she had no chance. As long as she wanted Michael, she would lose control of her emotions.
Even if she were good enough and didn’t lose her temper, she wouldn’t have a chance to get Michael from me unless she killed me, and Michael wouldn’t let that happen.
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On second thought, I thought this was a foolproof plan.
I had no chance of failure, no matter how I saw it.
When I came out of the kitchen with my dinner, I saw Joanna glance at me and give me a pointed smile. I knew she was mocking me for acting like a servant.
I gave her a contemptuous look back. After tonight, she would know who Michael was.
As I waited for Michael in the room, I felt uneasy.
I began to worry that Michael would not choose me, as Joanna had said.
We had so many chances these days. Every time we had sex, it was great. When Michael turned his back on me, my neck was exposed to his canine teeth. If he bit me, I could finish the marking.
But Michael never did. He always gave me lots of kisses. It was a great experience. But there was no sign of marking.
Or maybe it was like Joanna said – Michael was worried about something.
In Michael’s eyes, I wasn’t a good mate. I was just a good bed partner. In Michael’s complex royal Lycan community, was I not up to his standards and could not take on the responsibilities of a royal Prince Lycan’s mate?
I thought I might be overthinking it.
Joanna planted these seeds of doubt in my mind, and when Michael returned, all my doubts would be gone, and he would mark me. After all, I could see in Michael’s eyes that I had always been sexually attractive to him.
I pulled a dress out of the closet and put it on. It looked a lot like the one I had worn when Michael first met me, and I hoped that Michael would remember some of the things he had felt when he first met me.
I was adjusting my high-heeled shoes in the bedroom mirror when I heard footsteps at the door.
I hurried to the mirror for a final touch of lipstick, then walked out just in time to meet Michael, who had just walked in.
Michael was dressed in a three-piece blue twill suit accentuating his slender frame and bulging chest. His hair had obviously been styled this morning and had been combed back with water, it was slightly messy, but at the same time, it added to his unruly handsomeness.
He raised his head to look at me. I gave him a brilliant smile.
“Welcome back, my dear.” I walked over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Hmm… what is the occasion?” Michael lowered his head to kiss me back. His eyes flashed with surprise and joy.
“A day… that I want to make you happy.” I smiled as I took his hand and sat at the dining table. I took out some warm food from the oven. “Come and taste the dinner I made for you.”
Michael smiled as he looked up at me. “As long as I can come back and see you, every day is a happy day for me.”
When I heard Michael’s words, the smile on my face widened.
“I still feel very sorry about our last date. That’s why I especially did all this, hoping to make up for the regret we had last time,” I said as I looked into Michael’s eyes.
“Baby, I already said that it wasn’t your fault. We just chose the wrong time. You don’t have to feel guilty about it.” Michael sighed.
“I know, but I still want to do something,” I whispered.