Sixty

I looked at myself through the mirror in Rhysand's walk-in closet.

Annoyance continued to creep up inside my heart at the sight of the numerous red marks on my neck, on my collarbone, and on my chest.

Damn.

I didn't know whether to let go of my cursing or not, because when Rhysand put these signs, all I could feel was pleasure and pleasure. And.. yeah, I'm fucked up. Then, what will his family say if they see all this on my body?! So, I pulled my ponytail and let my chest hair down, I combed it for a while.

I snorted, and chose to suppress my anger before picking up the goodybag containing my clothes that he just gave me. Luckily, it was a blue long-sleeved sweater, and jeans. Apparently Rhysand already knows my taste in clothes. He doesn't order any more mini dresses, and I won't freeze to death.

Didn't spend much time getting ready, I only took five minutes and then walked out of the super luxurious room. Found Rhysand sitting on the side of the bed in a black t-shirt, denim pants a