Chapter 23

"O-Ouch ..." Laila moaned the time she woke up the next morning because of her tingling senses.

She sat down and looked around. The first thing she detected were the scattered clothes on the floor of their room and that's how he was horrified when she felt that she had no covering.

"W-What happened?!" She clutches her own body.

She dug through every piece of her memory to remember what went on last night but everything was blank.

"You're awake," said a deep voice.

She perked up and her eyes popped out as she identified the man in front of her.

He is just wearing boxer shorts and looks like he just finished taking a shower. His hair is still dripping which he is presently drying with her husband's towel.

Laila engulfed hard as her eyes hit his six-pack abs in his stomach. Based on what she sees, there is no doubt that something has happened between them.

"T-Tristan..." she stuttered out calling his name, afraid at the same time because the blood would definitely scatter if Vincent foun