Chapter 14

Zeke's POV

I rubbed my eyes as I woke up, my mind still foggy from the night before. I stirred and tossed in bed and noticed the faintly scent of orchids on the other part of the bed. I sat up as I realized Kamille had left.

Damn it Zeke!

Guilt gnawed at me for taking advantage of her intoxicated state. I mumbled a few words and cursed as I ran a hand through my jet black hair. I lingered in bed for a bit as I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling of uncertainty about how Kamille felt.

She was in it as much as I was. Or was she not?

Recalling her soft moans, how her fingers dug into my back, her beautiful legs snaked round my waist guiding me to rock us both to pleasure, I tried to reassure myself that she was just as willing.

I lifted myself off the bed and my eyes fell on the little clock on the bedstand. It was almost thirty minutes past six am. I wondered why she left so early. It would be either because we had sex or because