You were forced into an arranged marriage. Now you were forced to share a bed with him, but no way.

You were in the guest room, trying to sleep. It was freezing and even with the blankets it was still cold.

"Cold?" A voice asks,it's was him. Jayen . You freeze as the bed dips, not daring to move a muscle.

A large hand strokes your cold cheek. "Why wouldn't I be?" You said.

"The heating in this room doesn't work, come back to bed," he spoke. He gently kisses your forehead and leaves the bed.

"Get up, ma," he said and you did. "The only reason I'm sleeping with you is because the room is cold," you sighed.

"Who says there will be any sleeping?" He smirked.