Chapter 38 There Can Only Be One.

Roxanne woke up late the next day after her seemingly long night. She laid in bed for a few seconds, staring blankly at the ceiling before turning to scan her environment.

As usual, Lance was nowhere to be seen. Roxanne had expected that much so she slipped out of bed carelessly, not bothering to cover her body as her bare feet stumped against the child wooden floor below her.

She made her way to the bathroom and had her bath, cleaning up properly and changing into an outfit good enough for her day.

She did all these in a daze, her mind still lingering on what Lance had told her yesterday before she dozed off.

After their sex as usual, Roxanne felt spent. Tired wasn't the right word for it as she felt like a while truck had literally ran over her, except her organs were intact and her limbs weren't displaced in different locations.

Beside her was Lance. He was in his briefs, with her duvet covering just his lower half. He sat with his back placed against her bed frame, his hair messy