Shiloh sent a yawning emoji.
[You guys keep chatting. I’m going to sleep. Unlike some people, I’m not that hyped.]
One by one, the rest also admitted they couldn’t stay up any longer and signed off.
Tyler scoffed in the group chat.
[Let’s be honest, you’re all useless trash.]
He put away his phone, walked out, lifted the blanket, and pulled Rachel into his arms. For once, he didn’t ask Rachel to tell a bedtime story, and yet he still managed to fall asleep.
The next morning, when Rachel woke up, her back was aching like it was about to snap, and her mind was still foggy.
She turned to glance at the man sleeping beside her. His facial features were refined, his eyelashes long, and his entire presence exuded that cold, signature aura unique to him.
Rachel rubbed her forehead in frustration, regretting how drunk she had gotten. She hadn’t even been able to recognize Tyler.
She quietly lifted the blanket and tried to sneak into the bathroom to wash her face and gather herself.
The moment she turned on the faucet and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she froze.
Her body was covered in hickeys.
She looked down. Her pupils instantly contracted in shock.
How long had Tyler been deprived of sex? Her chest, neck, shoulders, and even her thighs had hickeys!
Then again, thinking back to last night, he had gone a bit too far. He was like a man with an endless supply of energy.
She remembered seeing online that if a man stayed single for too long and went without sex, it could affect his performance.
Well, Tyler clearly didn’t have that problem!
Speaking of which, Jason was the one who gave her the key card. Why didn’t Jason show up? Why was it Tyler instead?
Rachel had a whole list of questions she needed answers to.
When Rachel stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Tyler already up, sitting on the couch, smoking.
She froze on the spot.
The awkwardness between them was palpable.
Tyler held a cigarette with practiced ease. His arm hung lazily off the side of the couch as he flicked the ash.
“Feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” he asked.
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Rachel immediately understood what he meant by ‘unconfortable,‘ but she didn’t know how to answer.
She forced out a reply. “I’m fine.”
“Sorry about last night. I might’ve been a bit rough. I’ll be more careful next time.”
He spoke casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
But Rachel picked up on something key in that sentence. Her brow furrowed slightly.
“Next time?”
He actually planned for there to be a next time.
Before Tyler could respond, the doorbell rang. He got up to open the door. Yale stood outside with a few items for him.
“Mr. Hunt, if you need anything else, I’ll be right outside. Just call.”
“Okay.”
As the door was about to close, Yale caught a glimpse of Rachel standing near the bathroom and was visibly surprised.
Tyler had spent the night with Rachel–that meant he had gotten what he wanted.
‘Excellent!‘
This also meant that soon enough, Tyler might actually get married.
More importantly, people at the company would stop gossiping that Yale and Tyler were secretly dating.
Rachel looked at the items in Tyler’s hands. Hearing Yale’s voice, she asked, “Was that Yale?”
“Yeah. I asked him to bring some breakfast and clean clothes. I picked the size based on your figure. After
last night, I realized your bra size might actually be bigger than I thought. The ones I got might be too small.
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Rachel nearly choked on her saliva. Her ears turned bright red.
She pursed her lips tightly.
“Can you not bring up what happened last night? And also, what did you do? Look at this, and this…”
She pointed at the hickeys on her body. Clearly, she was furious over how he behaved the night before.
Tyler rested his chin in his palm and smiled. In the sunlight, the harshness of his features seemed to soften slightly.
“Was that all?”
His gaze slowly dropped to her chest, and his smile widened ever so slightly.
“I remember I also left-”
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