The next day, he was knocking at Win door. It was late at night, and according to the information he had, Win finished his work at 6 p.m., so he should be home.

After a few seconds, Alex heard the door open. There he was, Win, looking as beautiful as the first time he saw him. He looked so sexy dressed in tight clothes; he was still wearing makeup, but it was a little smeared; his hair was messy; and he was breathing heavily.

Alex frowned, and his expression hardened, jealousy consuming his body.

"Am I interrupting something, Win?" he growled.

"Leave," Win whispered, looking like he had been caught...