Ethan's phone rang around eight o'clock in the evening, waking him up from his slumber.
"H...hello," he heard a woman's voice on the phone.
"Yeah…" he said in a deep, low voice,
forgetting where he was for a moment.
"Ethan?"
"Hmmm…" he drawled. "Yeah, this is Ethan."
"Could you come to the Penthouse suite?"
His eyes flung open.
"Yeah, right. I'll be up shortly."
"Okay."
He got up quickly and freshened up. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of faded blue distressed jeans.
The T-shirt clung snugly to the contours of Ethan's body, accentuating the well-defined muscles and sculpted physique.
The fabric stretches gently across his chest, arms, and shoulders, showcasing the strength and definition beneath.
He took a pack of condoms and kept it in his jeans pocket.
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