Chapter 143 Mr Malik Otis Sterling（1）

• MALIK
• Elizabeth and I were sprawled on the floor trying to queue movies for our marathon when she grabbed a throw pillow and slapped me in the face with it. Shock made me quiet for a second or two or even three.
• I snatched the pillow reaching for my face a second time and pinned Elizabeth under me. Her hair fell around her in a halo. Taking her hands, I watched her body arch under mine. “My love, what was that for?”