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

she spotted a

looked up just in time to see the white shirt slip off

was wide

what.. what

sat up abruptly and drew the blanket closer around

he stared at her like

or do you want me to do it for

cold as

conveying

was dumbfounded by his

“You.. Are you drunk?”

count to

what’s wrong with

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