Chapter 11 Don't Worry About It

• Mila POV
• It took time before I was able to return to myself as my messed up mind reset back. With a little bit of strength, I climbed down from the bed and entered the bathroom attached to the room. I came out a few minutes later and began to dress up. "What's your name pretty?" he asked but I just scoffed silently "You don't need to worry about it, bartender," I said while continuing with my thing. Silence reigned in the room for a while before he chuckled "Well, the sex was good. I guess my service has been completed, see you some other time" he said whilst standing up and disappearing into the bathroom but before that, I was able to glance at his disappearing frame and to be honest, the male is perfect. Although I just had one of the best sex of my life but just the flexing of his body and his well-defined back got me contemplating telling him my name.
• I chuckled at that and stood up to leave. I don't do attachments and I won't start with him. I guess I'm done for the night as I have gotten what I came for. I wonder if that incubus is here too? Well, not that it's my business, I'm just wondering and nothing else.