98. Sorry

Paige washed the makeup from her face, ignoring her stinging lips.

She looked in the eyes of the person in the mirror, it was not her. Not only the body, the way she had let Lance handle her, why didn't she just laugh off his cringy/sexy behavior? Because of the aphrodisiac?

But if it would be someone else, she would knock them out.

It didn't matter anyway, as this was the first and last time.

She changed into the hotel's sleeping clothes, choosing the one for male guests. Without makeup and wrapped in big clothes, her hair was disorderly- like this- she felt like herself again.

Paige even found big plush socks, and after she wore them without taking the prosthesis off, she rolled up under the fluffy blanket.

She was soon deep asleep when her door was unlocked from outside, a tall shadow crept in the room and lay beside her, placing her on his body, feeling her weight the man sighed in satisfaction, and stroked her hair.