Nuella sat on the bed wearing one of Devine’s round neck polo, her eyes scanning the beautiful room— that has been the only thing she could do since she woke up, scan and scan the beautiful mafia house.
She let out a soft exhale, slumping deeper Into the bed and covering herself up with a duvet.
“That jerk.” She let out a soft curse, unsure of how to feel. Her mind had been full and heavy with lots of nagging thoughts.
What if Devine left the house just so he could torment her and make her leave the house without him saying so? What if he didn't enjoy the s*x? That question stabbed her heart a lot more than she thought it would.
She adjusted, easing the pain that burned her p***y.
It had been uneasy for her to stand, or walk her way to the bathroom and she had really needed Devine
