MASON’S POV
“Yeah, I kind of haven’t been faithful. But have been eating healthy.” Emily’s voice trailed down the corridor leading to my private gym.
“I am going to request you restart the doses. This time be faithful, your health might be endangered.” Someone seems to be here too. A female. Well, guess who’s having guests without my knowledge?
“Okay, ma’am.”
“Good. Apply this ointment three times daily. Just around the swollen edges. I’ll help now to give a sample. In a week, you will barely notice.”
With that, the sound of Emily moaning and groaning in pain replaced the conversation. “Ah, yes, right there!” she grunted.
I stood, conveying the passage leaning on the door slanted. Shoulders to one side, hands folded and feet to the other. It’s actually kind of triggering seeing
