When Katrina wakes up the next day, she feels as if her body was run over by a truck. As she struggles to get out of bed, she feels the pain between her legs worsen.
Nearby, Aaron is dressing leisurely in front of the mirror, a satisfied look on his face.
The sight makes Katrina fume. It’s all this bastard’s fault! He didn’t stop even when I told him to! I can’t even get out of bed, but he has the nerve to look so happy!
Boiling in fury, she picks up a pillow and throws it straight at Aaron. "You bastard!"
Aaron catches the pillow and turns to look at her. Seeing her glaring at him with resentment makes him smile. She’s so cute, he thinks, striding towards her.
After a night of passion, Aaron is in a good mood. With Katrina so upset, he can only coax her gently, "Honey, go back to sle
