The woman, however, ignored his words and directly ripped off his pants…
* *
Light filled the room, coaxing Alessa from deep sleep to wakefulness. She opened her eyes and found herself in Brian’s big bed in Beverly Hills.
Her clothes had been changed, and she was in a nightdress now. After a moment of confusion, she thought of what had happened last night, blushed.
Although she had been out of senses due to the drug, the memory was still vivid.
She asked for s*x in his Lamborghini last night, crying, begging, wanting again and again... And she kept calling him honey.
At the end, she was too tired and fell asleep.
The memory made her blush up to the roots of her hair. She covered her face with the blanket and refused to go back to the scene of the previous night.
No, no. It was none
