It was merely just the sounds of slapping flesh, grinding and clashing teeth’s that filled the living room and to Tessa’s disappointment, Don Pedro was actually making out with the woman she detested.

She was still by the bedroom door, peeping, as Natalie and Pedro stood barely inches apart.

The bouquet of flowers Natalie had brought for Tessa, sprawled lifeless on the floor, their vibrant colors and delicate fragrance complimented the deceit behind Natalia’s visit.

Natalie’s legs crushed the petals absentmindedly, her eyes locked on Pedro’s, her lips parted in a way that was both innocent and salaciously inviting.

Begging to be kissed, fucked.

There was hunger in her eyes...