Beverly's first reaction when the phone call began with shrieking insults was to hang up immediately. She thought it was Elroy's girlfriend.
The moment she ended the call, regret washed over her. She probably should've explained that it was all a misunderstanding, but Elroy's phone was locked, and there was no way she could call back.
As she sat fuming over the incident, the bathroom door creaked open, and Elroy emerged, wrapped in nothing but a loosely tied towel slung low on his hips.
His hair was casually flipped away, leaving a few strands on his forehead.
Droplets of water clung to his broad chest and well-defined abs, trickling down the lines of his torso.
Beverly, however, was in no mood to appreciate the view. Before she could speak, Elroy crossed the room and pinned her onto
