ANMELA'S POV

Laurent was about to pull down my underwear when I heard a ring of the phone. He wanted to ignore it, but I touched his hand.

"Maybe that's an emergency?"

The furrow formed on his eyebrow. He glared at the phone on the side table and walked on the bed using his knee. He grabbed it and put it on his ear.

"Make sure this is important, Resttan! I'll swear the sun will not reflect on your body!"

A smile drew on my lips while watching the annoyance on Laurent's face.

"What? You—what! F*ck!" He looked down at me and then averted his gaze. "Fine!" He hung up...