Earlier that evening . . .
Onyx took a shower, then used a towel to wipe away the water droplets that shimmered across his muscular frame. He put on long pajama pants, leaving his upper body bare, showcasing a broad chest adorned with tattoos. He dropped onto the bed prominently placed in the middle of the room, picked up a book from the small table where he had left off, and opened it again.
He hoped that after a refreshing shower, he would be able to concentrate better on his reading.
Nearly an hour passed.
Even though he had turned several pages, the words didn't sink in at all. Onyx removed his glasses and massaged his temples lightly, sighing in frustration.
His mind was consumed with vivid, heated fantasies. His body was tense, pressing against his pants as he thought of the all
