Chapter 18

Chantal’s POV

I walked up the stairs, unable to help but wonder why I had been thinking such things. I hadn’t been like this before. Yes, I had fantasies about sex, but I hadn’t thought I would like this scenario.

After I entered our room, I turned on the light and, by mistake, activated the dim setting. I ignored it and lay still, confused about why I felt that way. Was I attracted to him too? I couldn’t be sure, especially with an unresolved question that I wanted to throw at him.

Mateo suddenly entered, but I ignored him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t buy some wine because I didn’t know the flavor you like. What’s that for? Can I get something at the bar?” he asked as he lowered his belongings next to me.

I stayed seated and looked at the ceiling, calming myself. I didn’t speak, but I knew I was feeling hot, and I wanted what I had been thinking to happen. I couldn’t believe that I had become a sex addict as well.

Restless, I realized I was sittin