Kathleen Johnson was sitting on the bed with a blanket wrapped around her.
There were small red bruises on her exposed smooth shoulder and delicate collarbone. Although she was in a daze, it was undeniable that she still looked sexy.
The sound of running water from the bathroom stopped abruptly, and Samuel Macari came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist after a while. He had broad shoulders, a lean body, well-defined abs, and the chiseled features of a male model. No, he looked much better than a male model.
“Why are you in a daze?” Samuel’s deep and magnetic voice rang out. “Have you thought of what you want?”
Kathleen regained her senses. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she looked at the man’s muscular body.
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