Alvaro was sitting on the sofa in his private room, bare-chested.
He was burning up. He couldn’t take it anymore and desperately wanted to be touched. But unfortunately, the image that kept dancing through his mind was none other than Bella.
How could he actually be craving that woman’s touch?!
Alvaro took another swig of the remaining alcohol in his bottle. His head was spinning, but he was still lucid enough and not yet completely drunk.
The door suddenly swung open. A beautiful, slender woman walked in.
Alvaro couldn’t remember her name. What was clear was that she had served him several times before. And this was the first time Alvaro had brought a woman to the mansion to serve him; usually, he would choose an apartment or a hotel.
The woman sashayed toward him with a seductive s
