MARCELO
I sat on the opulent rosewood chair, sipping a glass of water.
When Renee bumped into me earlier, I was surprised I didn't find it disgusting.
Her body had been so soft against mine, and when I told her to touch me, I had meant it.
I swallowed, recalling the strong desire I'd felt to press her against the wall. Heck, I still felt that desire.
Clenching my teeth, I felt slightly irritated that I had no idea what this woman was doing to me.
Suddenly, the bathroom door cracked open slightly, and Renee's voice, tinged with unease, came through.
"Um... Mr. King... I didn't bring any clothes in. Can you help me?"
I rolled my eyes. "You know, you could just come out and get some clothes, right? There are spare clothes in the storeroom for everyone. I'm your husband, so perhaps it'
