Chapter 35.
Jasper’s POV.
I sat still in bed, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Not like I could move anyway. I felt a tinge of heat spreading down my legs and looked down to find myself hard under the bed sheet. I heard a knock on the door and quickly set the bedsheet down to cover myself properly.
Clinton peeked into the room before entering.
“Good morning, boss. I apologize for barging in earlier,” he said, his eyes trained on the ground.
“What does it matter anyway. Help me get a pair of shorts from the closet, please,” I said and let out a tired sigh. I rubbed the ridge of my nose and massaged my forehead to soother the throb in my head. It felt like there was an angry parade in my brain.
Clinton handed me the shirts and moved to the corner. He looked away to give me
