My Bossy CEO Husband

Rosalynn’s brow furrowed as her heart pounded against her ribcage.
Another attempt to push him away proved futile.
Was he mistaking her for a pillow?
With a resigned sigh, Rosalynn Lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His breath tickled her ear.
She turned her head slightly, taking in his handsome, albeit placid, face.
Rosalynn was tempted to stroke his face.
However, any movement on her part was halted by his firm grip, as he pulled her closer into his embrace.
Was he trying to suffocate her?
“Brian, wake up!” she pleaded.
He didn’t awaken.
“Brian, if you don’t wake up, I’ll bite you.”
Still, no response.
“How much did you drink? Why are you so uncooperative when you’re drunk? Why won’t you Let me go?” Rosalynn berated, her
words falling on deaf ears as Brian, presumably asleep, continued to hold her tight.
What was the point of arguing with an intoxicated man?
Overwhelmed by the alcohol-Laden atmosphere, she succumbed to sleep.
Brian’s eyes slowly fluttered open, a smile gracing his lips as he looked at the peaceful form of Rosalynn nestled in his arms.
Wasn’t she supposed to bite him?
The following morning, as Rosalynn stirred awake, she instinctively reached for her phone on the bed.

Finding nothing, she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room, momentarily disoriented.
As realization dawned, she remembered sleeping in Brian’s apartment.
A wave of panic washed over her as she hastily checked herself under the covers.