CHAPTER FORTY
Rhys paced back and forth, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was angry at himself for losing control like that, for nearly giving in to his lustful desires. On the other hand, he couldn't help but admire Naya's defiance, the way she'd held her ground despite her humiliation.
“Get a grip, Rhys,” he muttered to himself, clenching his fists.
His eyes traveled towards the door, it had already been two minutes but she was not yet put, he was about to call out her name when she stepped out of the bathroom.
“I'm done..” Naya announced, her eyes fixed on the ground as she was too shy to look up at him, not after what just happened between the both of them.
“Great, come here..” he held out his hands for her to step forward.
Naya pushed her feet to
