Shyla’s P.O.V.

My promise?

Was he talking about the hug of gratitude?

I took a deep breath and turned; the magnified view of King’s face made me jump uncontrollably. He was bent to be on my eye level, the devilish smirk on his handsome countenance took my breath away.

It turned out to be my mistake to face him like that!

Dressed in black tank top and trousers, King Maddox simply looked like sex on wheels. It occurred to me why lady Amara was so happy to drop her panties.

His wet hair and faint smell of body wash hinted that he showered in such a short time. The addictive...