Chapter 156. His Touch

Ayana’s POV

Hello? Pass the night in his house? That is such a loud call for sin that even my hand can’t handle it right now. Even my little pot of honey down there seems shocked at his words.

“And what would I do in your house for a whole night, Adam Stone De Leon? Warm your bed? Or make the bed for your catch tonight?” I ask.

He laughs it off, shaking his head as if I said something so out of the ordinary. “We can just sit on the balcony and count the stars. The moment would still mean the world to me.” He winks to affirm his point and perhaps tell me that I am thinking too ill of him.

But what is he now? Reverend Father Adam?

“You don’t trust me? Try me!” he speaks after a long moment of pure intoxicating stare.

And I continue staring, my gaze delving deeper into his to understand what his lusted demons are whispering to him right now. Unfortunately for me, if there is such a sound, it is only echoing in his ears and not in his beautiful