#Chapter 17: Dying Wish

“But not now,” Aldrich declared, climbing off me. I looked up at him incredulously, surprised that he was relinquishing. He straightened up after lifting himself from the bed, brushing off lint from his shirt. I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What kind of punishment did you expect, Cathy?” he questioned mockingly, mirroring me by raising an eyebrow right back. “Gather your mind from the gutter. I don’t take advantage of women like that.” I glared at him, knowing he was well-aware of what he had been implying. “You’re a liar.” He scoffed. “You know, just for that, I will punish you,” he then abruptly grabbed the glass of water from my nightstand and poured it over my head. I gasped as the cold liquid washed over me, extinguishing any of the heat growing inside of me for him. It dampened my hair and dripped icily down my spine. I glared at him with ice more cold than the water, and he smirked in response. “I did