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CHP-29 (Rhea’s sexcapade con'td

Author: OLIVIA
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-28 18:35:28
By the time rhea was done taking a shower and she padded into the kitchen, damp-haired and barefoot in her silk robe, I was already sitting on the couch, pretending to scroll through my phone like I hadn’t just walked in on a live, X-rated performance.

Her hair was a tangled mess of wet curls clinging to her flushed cheeks, and she wore that smug, satisfied grin only Rhea could pull off after… well, after what I had overheard. She raised an eyebrow at me like she’d been expecting me to throw a lecture her way. Instead, I just looked at her over the rim of my mug.

“Don’t,” she warned immediately, holding up a hand. “Not one word.”

I arched a brow. “Not even a tiny word? A syllable?”

She groaned and fell dramatically into the armchair across from me, tucking her legs underneath her. “You’re dying to say something. I can feel it radiating off you. Fine—get it out, Vale. Roast me.”

I tapped my finger against my mug, trying not to laugh. “I mean… it was just… really loud, Rhea. Li
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