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At least he’s in a better mood. One of us is.
He picks up his shirt from the chair. And something else from the floor. Without bothering to put it on, he moves toward the exit just as the morning sun tumbles in, bringing bright light and a wonderful disposition.
I roll and fall to my back when I spot the torn dress on the chair.
I open my mouth and shout, “What about my dress?”
The door slams shut. I doubt he’s heard me.
Again… What am I going to tell Francisco? I loved that dress.
Oh, I so hate Kai right now. A long sigh leaves my chest, and then my lips curve into a smile.
Twenty-four hours.
Hmm…
Not bad. Not bad at all. I’m still on top. And Kai… Well, Kai… He’s the biggest surprise of all.
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RAVEN
The same morning.After Kai left.
This feels like a curse.I’ve done everything known to man. And I mean everything.
I’ve taken a shower, washed my hair, and removed any sign of the three men from my skin, lips, fingers, and mouth.
My hair falls in big waves down my back, framing my face.
My locks smell like fresh lemons and peonies, my skin oozes an aroma of coconut milk, and my breaths come out in soft bursts of cold refreshing mint.
The housekeeper cleaned the room while I was in the bathroom and replaced the sheets. The room smells like oranges and coffee.
Freshly squeezed juice wrapped in a condensed glass and a flavorful espresso in a small porcelain cup sit on the table.
The flaky croissants and fruit breathe more delicious aromas into the air. Strawberries, pineapple, and blueberries.
The sheets smell like lavender.
And yet… All I smell is him.
Not only his intoxicating cologne, but his warm skin and the smell of his arousal. His cum. The pheromones oozing from his flesh.
And it’s not only him.
Alejandro comes to mind in snippets that reconstruct his molten dark eyes, sexy smile, hard body, and possessive touch.
And then Francisco haunts me with his hypnotic eyes, desirable body, and addictive smirk.
Cleaning my body is one thing, but removing memories from my brain is a whole other matter.
I try to sleep.
Ignoring the food and drinks, I dig out my sleep eye mask, skip the pajamas I’ve brought from home, slap the blindfold on, and slide naked under the covers.
And there starts my turmoil. I toss and turn and wage war against the pillows.
