Her jet-black hair was draped on the cushion like seaweed.

Her pretty face was just partially covered.

Isaac stopped at the foot of the bed, removed his suit jacket, and tossed it to the floor. Next, one by one, he undid the buttons on his shirt.

The moonlight shone behind him, casting a shadow over his face.

When Camila rolled over on the bed, she sensed another presence in the room. Her eyes narrowed.

There was someone else in the room beside her

She rubbed her eyes, hoping to see more clearly

spotted a towering

just in time to see

was wide

what

up abruptly and drew

came out of Isaac’s mouth as he stared at her like a

going to undress yourself, or do you want me to do

cold as he

conveying a simmering

dumbfounded

“You.. Are you drunk?”

count to

wrong with

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