Chapter 135

The Next Morning.

Emmeline woke up feeling a bit under the weather, with some uncomfortable cramps signaling her monthly visitor was on its way. Ah, the joys of womanhood!

As if that wasn’t enough, her entire body ached as though a truck had plowed into her - no doubt the result of all the passionate smooching Zavian had lavished on her the previous night aboard his yacht.

A ghost of a satisfied smile curved her lips at the delicious memories. Their heated embraces, his skilled mouth blazing a path of sin across her bare skin, the way he’d worshipped every inch of her body with fervent devotion... Emmeline shivered, warmth pooling low in her belly despite the cramps. Last night had been nothing short of heavenly debauchery.

She’d barely slept a wink, too consumed by visions of her devilishly handsome lover and the sinful acts they’d indulged in together.

Richard, the oblivious fool, hadn’t even batted an eye when she arrived home well past midnight yet