Isabella’s POV.
Morning, my eyes fluttered open to welcome the first rays of the morning sun. I was lying on the familiar bed in the familiar room, alone. A faint smile played on my lips as I remembered the last lovemaking that took place in this room last night; its intensity. Ahmose was right when he prophesied me and Aches making out in his office, but he didn’t mention that another lovemaking will follow before we’ll retire for the night in this room. That last makeout was the most ecstatic of all the moments I shared in Aches’ arms. It felt like he gave to me his all-knowing we have limited time together, I understood him, that was why in return I gave him my all, my best.
“Good morning,” someone greeted. I jerked, jolting back to reality. I was lost in thoughts that I didn’t realiz
