A blank look on her etched on her face, holding the hot knife in her firm fist, Simone entered the room in calm steps. But her breathing went from high to low as she looked at the fine interior designing of the room, and the exquisite architecture of the place. Even with the temperature of the room falling below her tolerance due to the shirtless man in front of her, she couldn’t help but be lured by his taste of class. It was highly sophisticated but simple at the same time.
“Poor, Poor Baby Ash, got severe wounds due to the cash,” she sang melodramatically pointing her one index finger around the room.
She halted in front of the four-poster bed, and lowering herself a bit, she traced Ashton’s ankles with the tip of the blood. He became rigid as she kept her eyes glued to him while the
