Chapter 50
"XYLE! Oh, God! Please end this..." I begged of him once more.
My vision was blurry, and I was afraid I was going to collapse.
"Give me a reasonable excuse why I should stop, Mir," he said hoarsely, burying his lips in my neck.
Damn! There are countless reasons why this should not happen.
"Farah..." 'Oh shut up, Miranda! You're envious! Admit it.'
"She's just a friend."
"That's... showbiz…" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
He chuckled. "It is true."
"And Dalia?" I was a little frustrated, I know.
"Another friend," he said sheepishly, pressing his lips deeper into my neck. High-voltage of electricity was coursing through my veins.
"D-Does everyone who hits on you consider themselves your friend?" I bit my lower lip when he finally threw the towel on the floor.
"Perhaps."