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

to see the white shirt slip off the man’s

was

what.. what are you

drew the blanket closer around

Isaac’s mouth as he stared at her

yourself, or do you want me to do it for

cold as he

conveying a

was dumbfounded by his

“You.. Are you drunk?”

will count to three.

wrong

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