Aina didn’t answer.
Instead, she stood up and let Irene lead the way to Jackson’s room.
Although she knew where the room was, Aina couldn’t find the courage to walk into it alone, so she was silently grateful that Irene was willing to be with her through it.
“Here,” Irene spoke in a low tone, gently pushing the door. “That’s… Jackson.”
Aina took a peek at Jackson, and her eyes widened at what she saw.
Jackson was wincing in pain, his entire body flushing red. Sweat accumulated on his body as he moved back and forth, as if he were uncomfortable with something.
But that’s not the only thing she noticed. Jackson’s c.ock was hard, and it almost bulged onto his shorts, although his lower body was covered with a blanket.
“I was about to wake him up so he could eat breakfast first,” Irene
