Jemma's POV
I silently walked with Isabelle towards the elevators. My clothes were disheveled, and my hair was a mess. I was more or less hobbling because I was really sore. Angry s*x while sprawled on a hard desk probably wasn't the best idea. I saw my mother-in-law smirking as we walked.
"Sore, are we?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, why would I be sore, Izzy?"
She snickered as we reached the elevator. "I'll be in the sitting room. Meet me in there when you are finished."
The door of the elevator opened, and I nodded as I hopped on. "See ya then." The doors closed, and I leaned against the wall. My legs felt like jelly as the elevator rose to my floor. The doors opened, and I hobbled to my room. Once in, I stripped off my clothes and ran into the bathroom. I looked down
