When Vanessa woke up, it was already dark outside. For a second she was confused about her surroundings, until she remembered everything that happened today.
She had tried to reject her mate. For a moment, her chest felt too tight to breath, and she forced herself to slowly count to ten, focussing on a little c***k in the ceiling above her. What was she even doing?
After calming down a little, Vanessa got out of bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror that was leaning against the wall. She looked terrible, her skin looked pale, she had bags under her eyes, and her hair was standing in every direction. She was wearing one of Raffaele’s shirts, she had discovered it in her bag earlier before she took a nap. He must have snuck it in there when she was packing to leave him. His thou
