LUCA'S POV.
She didn't shield her gaze; matter of fact, she ogled for way longer than necessary.
Her eyes scanned the room down from the toppled mess. From the broken cup and then the thick straws of c*m that dripped from the tip of my now soft c**k toward the carpet before letting out a snort.
“I'll make my way to the room, I see there's been a hectic situation for you, we can have breakfast tomorrow, " she muttered, turning on her feets as I wiped off my hands hastily, cursing beneath my breath.
“Viviana, that room had been occupied. Make do with the guest room. I'll have it arranged for you tomorrow.” I offered, zipping up my pants after tucking my c**k
A hazed frown settled on her face. But she hadn't said a thing, nodded, and turned on her feet while I watched her leave. I ha
