Carla opened her eyes to the smell of hot tea.
“Good evening, Carla."
Carla closed her eyes again, the memory of the night before rushing back at her.
"Sir…"
“Probably another round of s*x for that." He hinted.
“Damien please." Her voice was a croak.
“Please what? Want water?" He asked and came into her line of view when she opened her eyes again.
He helped her up before offering her a glass of water.
“Thank you." She took a sip when he decided to talk again.
“I didn't use protection last night. I might just as well get you to carry our baby."
“Pffttt!" The water came rushing out of Carla's mouth in a spray.
She went into a fit of cough, swatting his hand away when he wanted to pat her back.
“Stop it!"
“Tea?" He smirked instead.
The twinkle in his eyes made her un
