Morning came faster than Ivanka had hoped for.
Ivanka woke up with her heart heavy with guilt, while her cunt still throbbed from the pleasure it had gotten the previous night.
She changed out of Alaric's cloth and into the torn nightie she had come with. Then she walked out of the guestroom, and down the staircase.
She was so nervous having to meet Alaric. After their session in the kitchen, she had ran up to the room and stayed there until now. She felt both guilty and ashamed.
She met him in the living room, sitting on one of the couch with his leg on the other, and a glass red wine in his hand. He was casually dressed in his white shorts and white T-shirt.
He seemed to be lost in thoughts, but not until he noticed Ivanka's presence.
"Hey." He stood up, dropping his glass of
