Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

Shirley looked at him nervously. “No, no. I’m not tired. I’m willing to do it.”

This threatening method was indeed quite effective. “Come upstairs and find me in twenty minutes!” Zacharias said before leaving.

“Oh! Is it starting tonight?” Shirley asked in surprise.

“Do you want to pick a specific time?” the man retorted. Even if she was unwilling, she had to endure it because she couldn’t afford to offend this man.

“All right. I’ll come upstairs in a while,” Shirley replied. She just realized that the man had finished all the dumplings in his bowl. It seemed like he had been really hungry.

It made sense; this man’s mental work must be quite heavy, which made him more prone to. hunger. Shirley washed the dishes and tidied up the table. It was already 11.00PM when she was. done with it.

She sighed while thinking, It’s just three months. I can endure it. However, when she thought about it now, three months seemed quite long! Ninety days! This is unbelievable.

and found that the lights were off. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was

took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the man’s master bedroom. To

felt awkward. Was this man planning to have her massage

grew up in the base, where she had seen many shirtless men and never felt embarrassed, but why did she feel uneasy. doing it for

door opened, and Zacharias came out wearing only black pajama pants, exposing his full chest muscles and tight abdominal

a bit chaotic. Did this

allowed to watch this

you want to wear

dry his hair. His usually neat hair was now disheveled on

draped the towel around his neck and casually lay on his large gray bed. Shirley took a deep breath and walked over. She reached out and began massaging his shoulders to relax

the pressure is too much, please let me know, Shirley said while focusing on the

wasn’t a shameful thing; many people paid for

her knowledge of massage techniques to apply the right pressure

power. It was no wonder he had such good physical prowess; he

in a husky voice. Shirley stopped her hands at his waist. Did he really want her to go lower? No. She couldn’t do this; she didn’t