"In the bathroom!" Tristan Grayson looked up and tossed the keys in his hand to Ian Shaw.
Ian Shaw nodded, his tone sharp and cold. "This is absolutely the last time." After he spoke, his grip on the keys tightened.
Tristan Grayson had always trusted Ian Shaw to handle things, so he didn't need to ask—or explain—how to deal with Aria Joyce.
He pushed himself up, grabbing Mika Summers's arm tightly as he stumbled out the door. He hadn't taken two steps before he couldn't hold on any longer. He spun around, pinning Mika against the wall behind them. "Wife, hurry," he said, his voice hoarse and impatient. "I can't take this anymore." As he spoke, he leaned in, aiming for her red lips.
Hearing this, Mika Summers blushed and raised a hand to cover Tristan's mouth, stopping his kiss.
"Wife..." Tristan Grayson looked at Mika Summers with a wounded expression. 'Why won't she help me when I'm like this...?'
