Chapter Eleven

IRENA

IRENA stood in front of the pile of clothes she had put in the toilet. Her hands trembled as she grabbed them in front of her face. She didn't know if it was frustration with the fact that she had just survived a plane crash. A plane crash was caused by Sage. It seems to be the source of his problems.

She looks out the door. Who does this man think he is? Frustrated, she grabbed the jeans he'd given her. An arrogant man who knows all the pain in his ass - he is.

She shakes her jeans, enjoying the moment he created. After taking off her skirt, she puts on her pants and prays that they don't fit. Tucking them into her panties, she smiled. Thanks God. The distance between her belly and waist is ten centimeters.

After rolling up the shirt a few times, the pants are still standing. She was still wearing her satin sleeveless top but had taken off her sweater. She rolled her eyes. Lindsay and her insistence on asking her to bring sexy things on this trip. She must know better.

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