Lily Shaw heavily fell back onto the soft bed, grimacing in pain, feeling like her body had been run over by a big truck, aching all over.
The worst part was the indescribable private area. Her movements were too large when she sat up, inevitably aggravating the pain there, making her eyes instantly redden.
Damn bastard actually tormented her all night!
She spat harshly: What kind of impotent man is Aiden Grant? If he's impotent, then most men should see a doctor!
Lily Shaw gritted her teeth in hatred as the man she directed this anger towards emerged from the bathroom, his robust upper body bare except for a white towel wrapped around his waist, swaggering out.
Lily looked him up and down as he strode towards her—the bastard who had tormented her all night had a really good physique. How did she not notice how well-built this guy was before?
No wonder he had the stamina to torment her all night, ah piff…
