"She has a pretty face and a good figure, but she's just too shameless." James Horne sat up, casually putting on his shirt as he spoke with cold disdain.
Seeing Orlando Evans scrambling to get dressed, a mocking smile touched his lips. He sneered, "What's the matter? Not in the mood to continue? Why get dressed now? We haven't even slept together yet, have we? Your goal hasn't been achieved, so why the hurry to end it?"
Orlando Evans was startled by James Horne's sudden alertness and clarity. Her hands fumbled as she tried to dress, struggling to get her clothes on. Listening to James's taunts, she grew even more flustered. She could only pull the blanket over herself, trying to regain some composure.
"Brother James..." Orlando Evans called out softly, a plea that would soften the heart of any man, but not James Horne.
