On the first floor, the guestroom was on the right while Olivier's bedroom was on the left. Olivier paused at the stairs before heading to the left.
A figure laid sprawled on his bed. Once proper and clean, the bed was now a mess. Fleur laid on her side, curve of her waist accentuated. Her ink-black hair fell across the covers.
Olivier drew near, stopping half a meter away from the bed. No woman had ever been on this bed besides her. Her dark dress made her skin look porcelain white with a hint of rosiness.
This woman's beauty coupled with her throwing a scene like this, was really something.
Her pretentiousness made one want to squeeze her.
Fleur could not stand Olivier's silence any longer. She sat up cross-legged, clutching her pillow. He did not look like he planned to coax her at
