ZAIRA’s POV
I woke up to the sound of my door being opened. My body shoots to sit up and see who it is.
I saw Kevin.
“Kevin?” I asked, confused. What is he doing here? How did he get in here? Pierre might see him.
He didn’t say anything, but he walked in my direction.
I noticed that he was not wearing a shirt but he was wearing sweatpants that were dangerously low on his hips.
He leans down on me. “I want to hear you moan for me.” He whispers huskily in my ear.
Butterflies fly all around my stomach and my heart flutters. “W...what?” I asked nervously, gulping hard.
He swipes away a strand of hair that was in my face and looks into my eyes.
I looked away quickly, not wanting to be hypnotized by his beautiful eyes.
His finger finds my chin and tilts my head up, giving me no option
