Lovie’s pov

“Fuck this cannot be happening but damn my body is betraying me already,” I whispered barely loud enough for my own ears while clinging to the ceiling fan blades completely naked and exposed.

The two men kept searching below muttering about finding me. My heart raced and my pussy throbbed from the mix of fear and the dirty rush their words sparked.

Then the taller one looked up and our eyes locked. It hit me hard. That cologne. That voice pattern.

He was the same persistent guy from the club earlier, the one I had rejected hard.

He grinned slowly and climbed up quickly, grabbing my waist before...