CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Piles and piles of clothing were what Emilia woke up to very early the next morning even before the bell went off. As soon as she lifted her upper body, she was abruptly made aware of the heavy object above her- like a log of wood. It made her panic at first but her fear shifted to embarrassment as she snapped her head to the side to behold the hunky male sprawled with half of his body enveloping her.

Every last night's event flooded her head and at once, Emilia blushed deeply, falling back to catch her breath. It happened just like every other night from before, but last night, it was as if Milan was not just drunk in substance, but was drunk in something else she couldn't pinpoint.

Milan was a gentle lover, he worshiped her body each time they came together, still, last night was totally different. Simply magnificent. She thought he was going to finally fuck her, but that wasn't the case.

Seeing as his weight was pressing down on her, threatening to crush her, Emilia contemplated a