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 towering figure

in time to see the white

she was wide

what.. what

sat up abruptly and drew the blanket

mouth as he stared at her like a wild animal staring

do you want

was cold as he

conveying a

dumbfounded

“You.. Are you drunk?”

will count to

wrong with

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