"Don't..." Eva Miller gripped her shirt button tightly, looking up with some trepidation at the man she once desperately wanted to pounce on.
"What? Afraid now?" His face showed no emotion, yet his large hand didn't leave her body. "If you can satisfy me, maybe I'll consider making you my bed-partner."
Eva Miller's body trembled slightly. At this moment, Oliver Johnson seemed so unfamiliar to her, so distant.
Yet, she didn't know if it was because she was out of her mind, her hand slowly let go of the shirt, resting at her sides.
"Have you thought it through?"
She nodded in silence.
Oliver Johnson's hand visibly hesitated for a moment due to her action, but his next move was to swiftly strip her clothes away.
He admitted, he was possessed today.
Eva Miller had thought it through, but he hadn't. Half-closing his eyes, he watched as the woman's face beneath him slowly overlapped with another woman, as if she was smiling at him, and he fell helplessly.
