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.

to the third floor, headed to the study, and found that the lights were off. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was in his bedroom. It was not appropriate for a girl to

the door to the man’s master bedroom. To her surprise, there was no sign of the man in the bedroom with dark

water coming from the bathroom. She suddenly felt awkward. Was this man planning to have her massage him after he took

she had seen many shirtless men and never felt embarrassed, but why did she feel

moment, the bathroom door opened, and Zacharias came out wearing only black pajama pants, exposing his full

this man really not consider

to watch

want

usually neat hair was now disheveled on his forehead, making him look a few

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

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

it wasn’t a shameful thing; many people

massaged the man’s shoulders and back by utilizing her knowledge of massage techniques to apply the right pressure in accordance with

wonder he had such

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