Noah
I strode confidently into my father's office, my hands shoved deep in the pockets of my perfectly tailored suit. A cocky smirk played on my lips as I took in the impressive view of the city skyline from his floor-to-ceiling windows. My dark hair was still damp from a long shower, and somehow it seemed to have deepened in color, looking almost black against my pale skin. I had spent every minute of that shower taking care of Irina, relishing in the task as though it were a special privilege. I washed her long blonde hair, following her every instruction with precision and care. With gentle strokes, I combed through the soft strands until they shone like spun gold. I tenderly washed every inch of her body, savoring each caress and kiss exchanged between us. It was a ritual we both enjo
