"What the hell do you mean you 'can't remember' ?" Gerald shot back, brows knotted in confusion.
Leon just shrugged, face blank. "It's all foggy. Like a half-remembered dream I can't quite grab."
Gerald pinched the bridge of his nose. "Whatever. Give me two hours. Meet me back here when I'm done with this sword."
Leon's lips curled into a filthy smirk the second Gerald turned to the forge. "Two hours. Guess I'll go and fuck Enid's brains out, hehe."
*Swish.*
Without wasting another second, Leon vanished from the floor.
...
Tenth floor.
Enid sprawled across her bed in nothing but a thin silk gown, lazily rolling a carved wooden bird between her fingers, her thighs rubbing together from sheer boredom. Her fat ass peeked out beneath the hem every time she shifted.
*Swish.*
Leon materialized right behind her like a predator that had been stalking her for hours. The air turned thick with his scent and the raw lusty pheromones that his body was giving off.
