(PS: this chapter contains scenes of sexual content and graphical description. Read at your own risk)
A man in red silky sleeping robe poured tea into a small ceramic cup and sipped as he sat down in his glory. This man had curly wavy hair that was tied messily behind him with a few casted over his face. His long fingers that looked so beautiful coupled with his elegant aura was enough to capture any woman. Apart from having the perfect body, he had a baby face and his skin was as white as milk. He was the definition of rare beauty. The kind that was out of this world.
Ironically, he completed perfectly with the woman that stood in front of him with her hands clenched tightly against each other and her face blazed with fury as her turquoise eyes scanned the man up and down.