ing. There were only two units, but Sara had

rushed to the toilet to vomit. Then, she went

d at the thin but curvac

a blush on her snowy cheeks. Actually, she was pre

ity that night? No, she knew it was merely an excuse –

hat she would be Kent Fitch's wife. And he was a

d him well. But then, he came back to her and even proposed to her. She th

ground, her eyes fixed on the quiet elevator doo

fool. Even though it was in vain

hes in her temples and a splitting he

e elevator came to a halt with a lo

ed out from ins

kets of his pants. There was a touch of tiredness between his

to enter the password, a hoarse, surprised vo

ed slightly, but he did

rd and opened the door. Just t

o soft arms encircled his waist from behind,

e generated through his throat

t used to it. With a giggle, she held him even m

man rubbed the point between his eyebrows

d in a tone that was frig

off his hand with strength. Then, she threw her arms

lt that night. It wasn't my fault..." She

n tiptoe and kissed h