After a whirlwind dance between the sheets, Arianne returned into the embrace of the bed that she had just left not too long ago. She shivered as she watched Mark’s every action. It wasn’t a good idea to do it so early in the morning… Right?
There wasn’t much foreplay. Or rather, he didn’t have much time for it, so foreplay was cut out of the picture. She wanted to reject him but was too afraid to do so. Her entire body remained in a frigid state.
Her burry gaze noticed how the top half of his clothes remained seemingly pristine. From her angle, the most she could see was his chin, his perfect silhouette, and the fresh, energizing scent of his aftershave. His no longer sober and calm vision now stared down at her, sending a shockwave of palpitations throughout her body...
Half an hour later, he left the Tremont Estate like a gust of wind. She still hadn’t regained her senses, even after the sound of his car faded off into the distance. She remained nestled in their messy bed, refusing to move.
She couldn’t make out the strange noises she had made during that hazy, blurry half an hour. It was inevitable that someone would have overheard her, as it was early in the day. The thought of Mary’s profound smirk gave her the urge to find a hole and bury herself into it.
Her phone suddenly rang in the midst of her drowsy stupor. She snapped back into her senses, got up, and answered the phone. “Hello?”
“Ari, I’ve got news from that private investigator. Mr. Sloane is in a high class convalescence home in the capital! I’ve even managed to get the correct address. Seeing as we’re free today, wanna go see Mr. Sloane?” Tiffany’s excited voice spoke through the receiver.
Arianne was more excited than she was, “Yes! Let me get showered. You take a cab to my place and we’ll take a car from Mark’s garage. It’ll be more convenient for us to have a vehicle of our own.”
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