After a whirlwind dance between the sheets, Arianne returned into the embrace of the bed that she had just left not too long ago. She shivered as she watched Mark’s every action.
It wasn’t a good idea to do it so early in the morning... Right?
There wasn’t much foreplay. Or rather, he didn’t have much time for it, so foreplay was cut out of the picture. She wanted to reject him but was too afraid to do so. Arianne's entire body remained in a frigid state.
Her burry gaze noticed how the top half of his clothes remained seemingly pristine. From her angle, the most she could see was his chin, his perfect silhouette, and the fresh, energizing scent of his aftershave. His no longer sober and calm vision now stared down at her, sending a shockwave of palpitations throughout her body...
Half an hour later, he left the Tremont Estate like a gust of wind. She still hadn’t regained her senses, even after the sound of his car faded off into the distance. She remained nestled in their messy bed, refusing to move. She couldn’t make out the strange noises she had made during that hazy, blurry half an hour.
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