The soreness Angelina felt between her legs when she woke up could kill. It's justified since she welcomed a particular someone inside of her last night. Her throat hurts from how much she screamed his name last night, and she is not even so sure she can walk well right now. His energy is so crazy that it gave her the chills just by thinking about it.

The villa is less cold; it seems he already put off the ACs. She opened her eyes, and he was nowhere to be found. She sat up in bed, wondering where he could have gone this early in the morning. The duvet wrapped...