Knock-knock.
Chloe knocked on the door of Vlad's room. A few seconds later, the door opened, revealing Vlad's drunken figure beyond it.
He no longer wore the blazer or waistcoat, instead draped in a half-tucked black shirt with the upper four buttons undone.
His half-open crimson eyes looked at Chloe, a smile forming on his face. He ran a hand through his hair, moving the strands away from his face as he whispered, "My Chloe baby."
Chloe's brows twitched. She could smell the strong caramel aroma coming from him.
"Why did you drink so much when it was your first time?" she hissed, her tone low. He was looking even more enchanting in this vulnerable state.
That broad chest and those glimpses of his upper abs through his half-open shirt were already sending heat rushing to Chloe's face.
She had seen him shirtless countless times, but now that they had confessed their feelings to each other, she couldn't look at him the same way as before.
