Alexa laid in her bed that night thinking more about Ross.
She knew she should feel shame, guilt, or fear—but all she could feel was the intoxicating, undeniable pull of desire and the deep, unshakable mark he had already left upon her heart.
"Ahhhhh…"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
Ross kept his women entertained until well past midnight, his energy seemingly endless.
Alexa listened nearby, her heart tightening with a mix of frustration and jealousy as she also wanted to be there with him, unable to deny the pangs of longing that twisted within her.
She tried to close her eyes, to distract herself, but her mind kept returning to him, to the way he commanded her attention effortlessly.
Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed on the bed side table, cutting through the tension with a sharp, insistent tone.
Alexa's eyes widened as she saw the message notification light up the screen.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up, curiosity and apprehension warring inside her.
