Intoxication
After dealing with the manager, they went to their room. Elvirita's face was red to perceive how easily he regarded them as spouses.
'What is wrong with him? What was the need to say we are married?'
Her heart was pumping madly, throat drying in anticipation, eyes following the tall and toned man with a scarlet face.
Holding the hem of her dress, to be regarded as a wife, even as fake, for the first time was inducing strange feelings in her.
'And now acting so calm and collected to be alone in a room with a lady.' She thought sourly.
Closing the door, Zephyr pushed his hair behind handsome, glancing at the woman before him with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
"What? Why are you looking at me like this?"
He asked nonchalantly, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Doesn't look too bad on me," He mumbled.