"He is gay," Ana whispered to herself.
"This makes sense. No single girl has visited these past days, and the records reveal no women. Then how does he…"
Ana couldn't complete her sentence as a light blush reddened her cheeks. Thinking of the stone-faced man in a heated mood, sweat glistening down his chest, made her slightly uncomfortable. The mental image was overwhelming for her.
How would this man look when he loses control? And what kind of person could do that to him?
Ana laid down on her soft bed, lost in her thoughts.
"Maybe not a woman but a man," she mused as she turned to another side.
It was no surprise to her that Edward was a strict personality, not a gentleman to her or anyone else. Everyone feared him for one reason or another. Also, the hidden mysteries of his room..
