THE morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Oswald's penthouse, casting a golden hue over the sleek, modern furnishings. The moment he noticed the girl from the previous night wasn't on the bed with him as expected, he quickly sat up, and looked around. Then he yawned loudly and slowly sat up.

Now sitting at the edge of his bed, his mind became consumed by the events of the previous night. The intensity of his encounter with Isabella lingered, a mixture of satisfaction and something darker.

Firstly, who was she? Was she really a business woman as she had said? Damn! He had even had sex with her, for...