The night whizzed past in a blur of fiery passion.
When I woke up in the morning, I ached all over. It felt as though I was going to shatter with the slightest movement. Thus, I couldn't help cursing Michael out inwardly.
Ugh! How crazy did he go last night? Is he a beast?
Sitting up, I looked down, only to be greeted by the sight of hickeys scattered across my chest and bruises on my arms. All at once, my anger blazed even more. D*mn it! Did he have to be so vigorous?
“So, how was my skills in bed? Are you satisfied?”
A low and sensual male voice rang out beside me. Snapping my face to the side, I immediately saw Michael staring at me with a dark expression on his handsome countenance.
Panic struck me, and I hastily wrapped the covers around my body. It still felt awkward to have a practical stranger looking at my body even though I was the aggressor who came on to him last night.
“Oh, you're starting to feign innocence before me now, huh? Last night, you were really wild.”
Michael stood up and approached me, his voice filled with contempt and disdain. His high and mighty demeanor perturbed me, for it made me feel as though I was a skank.
Flipping the covers, I picked my clothes up from the floor and blasely slipped them on in front of him.
“Your skills are pretty good, and that part of you is big enough, so I'm very satisfied.”
I cast a flippant glance at his crotch.
At that, Michael's expression darkened. As he looked at me, the fury in his gaze was plainly visible.
“Are all women nowadays shameless like you? You really have no qualms about speaking your mind, huh?”
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