She snatched the remote control in a panic and frantically tried to turn off the TV. But instead of pressing the power button, her trembling fingers hit the volume key. The result was disastrous.
The woman’s moans on the screen blared even louder, echoing in the room like a siren. It made her panic even more.
In her distress, the remote slipped from her hand. She scrambled to retrieve it, and this time, finally managed to shut the television off.
That was the exact moment Cayson stepped inside. He froze on the spot, stunned at the scene he had just walked into. His eyes moved quickly from the darkened TV screen to her flushed face. Then, without saying a word, he closed the door behind him, locked it, and began walking toward the bed where she sat, still humiliated.
