Alice’s P.O.V.
As I enter my room after our s****l encounter on the staircase, I unleash my frustration, berating myself. “What is happening to me? When did I become so consumed with desire? Why did I lose control after seeing him? This shouldn’t have happened.”
I sit on the edges of my bed and pull my hair in frustration.
It’s done now, but I won’t let myself lose control like that again.
I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower to refresh my mind.
While showering, images of our wild encounter on the staircase flash through my mind, and I become wet for him again.
Damn! Why am I so physically attracted to this rude billionaire?
In the past, it was his love only I yearned for, but now I crave both his love and the fulfilment of my physical desires from him.
I don’t want to form
