Diana’s POV
Then the bedroom door opened, Jude was still lying on top of me, his heavy chest pressing me into the mattress, as he continued to hold onto me. We both froze. Jude took a glance over her shoulder and there was Donald… standing. He was clutching his leather briefcase, but with his eyes opened wide. He rolled his eyes at Jude, staring also at my naked back and my legs round his waist.
"Donald!" I choked, yet I did not drive Jude off.
Donald didn't yell. He didn't get angry. He stared at us a little, when a dark hungry smile flashed over his face. He threw his bag on the floor and began to rip the buttons of his shirt.
“I left my keys inside,” Donald said, his voice deep and rough. “But I guess you know I found something better. I can see two people already. I'm sure I am wel
