The thought of disappointing Evelyn weighed heavily on her.
Eventually, Alexis, gritting her teeth, voiced, âIâll shower on my own.
â
Leonelâs amused laughter reached her ears.
Having labeled him as insufferable, she endured the lingering discomfort and made her way to the bathroom.
Subsequent to shutting the bathroom door, Leonelâs gaze intensified.
Extracting a cigarette from the bedside table, he leisurely smoked, reflecting on the recent intimate encounter.
Recalling their prior encounters in the apartment, he speculated Alexisâ passiveness might be linked to his mention of Calvin, making her hesitant to fully engage.
Three years had elapsed, and so much had changed.
Leonel felt that he should have let go of the thought of Calvinâs existence.
If Alexis wanted to take care of Calvin, then let it be so.
Calvin was destined to remain out of their lives.
Leonel chuckled at his own expense, recognizing his self-awareness.
This magnanimity, he understood, was merely a facade.
With newfound clarity, his mood improved considerably.
Upon Alexis⦠he had the he emergence, extinguished cigarette.
Approaching her, embraced her, inhaling the fragrance behind her ear and remarking, âYou smell delightful.
â
Alexis grinned.
âArenât we sharing the same body wash?â
Clearly, Leonel had a different intention.
He pushed her to the wall, his hand sliding into her robe.
His voice, husky, demanded, âOne more time.
â
Exhausted, Alexis couldnât muster the energy to respond.
Leaning against his shoulder, Alexis resisted in silence.
Yet Leonel proceeded slowly.
This time, an unusual tenderness marked his actions, navigating her body with familiarity.
Alexis experienced pleasure, and in her arousal, Leonel leaned down, engaging in a deep, passionate ki*s.
Bathed in the light, two bodies intertwinedâ¦
The following morning, Alexis awoke in the spacious bed in the master bedroom.
Neither Evelyn nor Leonel occupied the space beside her.
Alexis glanced at the clock, realizing it was already ten.
Sunlight poured in.
She groaned, âIndulging in too much pleasure is a nightmare.
â
Recalling the morning meeting at the law firm, she pondered her excuse.
Now faced with the dilemma of being late, should she inform her secretary that she overslept due to an intimate encounter the previous night?