Jaxon
The cold water falls on me like a rebellious waterfall. I keep my hands firmly resting on the black marble tiles of the shower. My eyes are fixed on my feet, focusing my gaze on the drops of water that drip down my body.
Thousands of forbidden images that I shouldn't have poured into my mind, thousands of images that distracted me, diverted my attention from my goal.
I curse Philip, I curse him with all my being, because he put it in my bedroom. I know it was his decision, made while I was away. The other rooms are not even ready. I took a tour just before coming to the room. They are all bare, with the furniture still packed up and without a bed, which made my bedroom the only option.
Mia Bianchi is a temptation, such a great temptation that the mere thought of coming back there
