(Back at the Hotel)
Neither of them noticed they were no longer alone. Delilah, quiet as a shadow, lifted her phone and recorded everything, the moans, the kisses, the shameless intimacy unfolding right before her eyes. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she hid herself behind a curtain.
“Gael, drop me. I’m tired already,” Yulia giggled, her arms wrapped lazily around his neck as he carried her.
Gael smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips before heading toward the bathroom with her, still in his arms.
Delilah slipped off her heels, clutching them in her hand, and crept closer. She pressed herself against the wall near the bathroom door, her ear leaned forward to catch every word.
“Don’t tell me you want me to f**k you harder,” Gael teased, his voice low and husky. “To make you fall apa
