Silvester's breath came in ragged bursts, each inhale and exhale betraying the storm raging within him. The darkness of his bathroom was a shroud, concealing his most primal desires. His one hand was pressed against the cold tile wall, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, as the vivid image of Grace invaded his mind.
Grace.
The name alone sent a shiver down his spine. He almost lost control earlier. Good thing, he was still able to stop himself. If he didn’t…
Fvck.
Now that Grace is living in his penthouse, Silvester don’t know if it was a good thing or not.
Grace presence was intoxicating, a potent elixir that stirred something deep and unrelenting within him. Every time he's near her, his mind is consumed by his obsession. That one night they shared haunts him, a vi
