CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Lilian was dumbfounded. Did he just leave her hanging? She huffed in anger and tried to put her shirt back on but her legs were still a bit shaky. She sat up and steadied herself; her legs felt a bit numb. After a while, she regained full composure. She wore her dress that was long enough to cover her bottom and picked up her pantie from the floor. Damian had ripped it and it was useless now. She exhaled in suppressed anger and went to chuck her torn underwear in the bin. She walked upstairs to her. Something in her wanted to go to Damian's room, kick down his door and give him a piece of her mind. She decided to be reasonable and go to her room instead. She had to go wash herself and probably wash the feeling of Damian's lips over her breast. He had long left her for his room but she could still feel his light touches over her nipples. She headed for the shower and let the cool water run over her and bring her back to full reality. She needed to control herself, she needed to avoid h