Chapter 40

• Rhys paced back and forth, his mind whirling with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he was angry at himself for losing control like that, for nearly giving in to his lustful desires. On the other hand, he couldn't help but admire Naya's defiance, the way she'd held her ground despite her humiliation.
• “Get a grip, Rhys,” he muttered to himself, clenching his fists.
• His eyes traveled towards the door, it had already been two minutes but she was not yet put, he was about to call out her name when she stepped out of the bathroom.