“My God! What is going on here?” Celia exclaimed as she went towards the drapes and pulled them back.

Light washed into the gloomy room as the man in bed steered.

Celia’s eyes went towards the bed and her eyes widened before she looked away hurriedly.

“Maxwell Rohan. Put something on right now!”

Maxwell blinked sluggishly, then swore as the words finally registered in his brain and he quickly wrapped the bedsheet around his partially exposed back.

“God damn it. What the hell are you doing here, Celia?” he swore as he scooted off the bed to reach for the boxer he had tossed aside the night before.

“Don’t you...