Meesha Kyle stood in the bath towel, staring at the bruises she had left on his back. He put on his shirt and began to button it.
She didn't know when it happened or why she let him do it, but the whole thing was amazing. She had never felt so passionately for him before. But she didn't want to restart it because it was Myron Gray. She didn't want him to do that to her again.
Myron Gray grabbed his coat and gazed at her. He approached her with a gentle smile, kissing her on the forehead.
“It’s late. Go to sleep.” He said in a low and gentle voice.
Meesha Kyle bit her lip and stared down at her toes. Myron Gray kissed her bare shoulder and held her chin up to stare into her eyes.
“I am going to New York.” He caressed her soft cheeks.
“I’ll call whenever I’ll be free.” He kissed her f
