'She has enough energy to curse me out in the bathroom for half an hour without taking a single break.'
His eyes were filled with a dangerous glint, and the smile playing on his lips was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
After Aria Joyce finished her shower, she glanced around and discovered there wasn't a single bath towel in the bathroom—only a small face towel.
She towel-dried her hair, gave it a quick blow-dry, and then stopped.
She lifted the hair from her shoulders and stared at the marks of their lovemaking left all over her body in the mirror, her expression a mixture of vexation and regret.
Her hatred for them burned even hotter.
