Chapter 40. Kissing His Papa

Alana's POV

Ricardo had a blank expression on his face, he too seemed stunned by what just happened. I wanted to look away, knowing the image before I would forever haunt me. Unfortunately, my brain swarmed with thoughts.

“You should excuse me… I need to shower,” Ricardo's low voice slapped me back to my senses, only to realize I was staring at him shamelessly. He seemed to have realized that too because he grabbed a white towel nearby. And slowly but surely wrapped it around his lower part.

“Please,” he muttered again, and I was agitated 

“I'm… I'm so…sorry… I didn't mean,” I regained my wits and turned away from Ricardo. Ricardo quickly rushed out of the bathroom before slamming the door shut. I didn't understand why I entered the bathroom without knocking. It wasn't my room. I should have knocked.

“Oh gosh, Alana…now what,” I scolded myself and sat on the bed. But then again I rose to my feet. I could feel my stomach twisting fr