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

a

to see the white shirt slip

she was

what.. what are you

sat up abruptly and drew the blanket closer

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

you going to undress yourself, or do you want me

was cold

was conveying

dumbfounded by his

“You.. Are you drunk?”

count to

what’s wrong with

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