Ella Smith!
That name popped up in his mind.
"What was that about?" He asked himself. Why was he feeling guilty about that tramp?
Alex stepped out of the bathroom with his scanty white towel around his waist. His shirtless body was alluring.
His complexion was white and a glittering skin like that of a baby. His broad chest was complimented with a six pack sculptured bowel.
"Good morning" Lisa said, yawning and stretching herself. She looked herself up under the quilt and realised that Alex didn't touch her.
This is very unlike him. He never lets any chances slip off his fingers whenever they are together.
This was the second time they slept on the same bed and he did not touch her. What is happening?
Has his libido suddenly gone low? Everyone knows he is a predat
