Maxim blinked as he rubbed his aching chest. The waves of dizziness in his head making him unable to focus on Ryle.
''You can sleep with them. You can have fun with them and you can provide them pleasure. That's the only relationship a man should ever share with a woman. But no,'' Ryle rolled his eyes.
''You just had to go ahead and have complicated emotional attachments with them. How pathetic. I would never,'' Ryle arched a brow as he continued speaking, disappointment lacing his tone.
''She…'' Maxim clutched his head as he massaged his gently. His cloudy eyes flickered with little bits of consciousness in between as he looked at Ryle and pressed a finger on his chest and pushed him back, ''Don't badmouth her.''
