Genevieve:
"None of your business," I muttered under my breath as I got off the bed, only to be blocked by Caspian. His deliberately unbuttoned blue shirt clung to his damp chest, droplets to fall onto the fabric from his hair too.
"So, just admit that you were too horny to even attend the dinner. Is Emre that good, huh?" he taunted, his eyes reflecting the anger he struggled to fully express.
"Actually... he is," I replied with a shrug, not shying away. And not wanting to walk away like I was afraid of them finding out Emre ate my p***y last night.
"Wait! So you're not going to apologize to us for ruining the dinner?" Bellamy stretched his arm out, motioning for me to halt and look at him.
"It was my father's dinner in my own mansion. Why should I apologize to any of you?" I raised m
