Chapter 47

Sarah

I woke up the next day alone in bed. My body aching and naked in a tangled mess of sheets. Vincent kept his promise and fucked me all night, the bastard. Where does he get all this energy!?

I try to get up but groan and lie on my side again because I'm painfully sore. Ugh...maybe I should just stay in bed all day.

"Ms. Sarah, the breakfast is ready," Jennifer calls out from outside of my door.

"Could you bring it to my room, please?" I ask her.

"Sure, Miss. Just give me a moment," she says, and I hear her footsteps fade away.

Thank God for this sweet woman!

I sink my face into the pillow, my body is still tingling from last night. I can still smell him on the sheets and pillow. As I breathe in his essence, I feel a familiar heat building between my legs, yearning for more of him.

Sarah, you hopeless slut!

I scramble to find a nightshirt and cover myself before Jennifer returns with breakfast. I can't help but feel embarrassed, knowing that she probably heard everything going on