Chapter Thirteen

Geneva woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. How she loved a good night's sleep.

Not seeing Nicholas, she suspected that he was in the sitting room yet again observing a certain spot. She was surprised when she could not find him there.

After looking around for a while, she discovered that he was missing again. Perhaps he was reliving his memories.

She knocked on the wall and whispered his name. He really doesn't relive those memories in the wall, she concluded when she heard not a sound in return.

Ah, time for a bath!

Geneva moved to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and flinging them anyway as she basked in the joy of privacy.

It was only when she was cladded in just her lace bra and panties that left nothing of her delectably voluptuous behind to the imagination, did she realize that she had forgotten her shower cap.

Groaning, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. That was when she saw a white shirt and black pants belonging to none other than Nicholas