Chapter 64

• CHARLES
• "I need to converse with you about my girl," the lead representative said via telephone. I feigned exacerbation. I was burnt out on his bad ass similarly however much I was fed up with Prisca.
• "I let you know that I'm not wedding her," I expressed, looking over at Matilda who was all the while dozing calmly regardless of the sun that has proactively come up. Seven days had gone by of us tangled in the sheets, appreciating each other's conversation. In the wake of moving her into my room, we engaged in sexual relations in pretty much every position at least a few times. However much I was partaking in my experience with her, I expected to return to work. Particularly after all the difficulty that the conflict with Fidelis had brought us.