Madison
I padded across the plush carpet, my legs still wobbly from our morning activities. Alexander lounged on the bed, absorbed in something on his phone, his naked form barely covered by the silk sheets.
The bathroom door opened to a space bigger than my entire apartment. Marble countertops stretched for days, a rainfall shower occupied one corner, and a deep soaking tub dominated the center. Even the toilet looked expensive enough to pay my rent.
"Holy s**t," I whispered, running my fingers along the cool stone. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, and a bench seat beckoned invitingly. The mirror spanning the length of the counter reflected my disheveled appearance – hair a mess, lips were swollen, and... were those bite marks?
I winced as I stepped into the shower, the hot wate
