Chapter 33 - Cherie

I walk into the penthouse in a daze because I’m pretty sure last night never happened. I know I didn’t spend the night at Creed’s place and hit it off with him without even trying. There’s no way I felt so at ease in his company while sitting in between his legs.

Gods, I must be dreaming.

Floating upstairs to my bedroom, I fall down on the bed with a wide smile on my face. Creed’s scent is still on me, I can still feel his mouth on my neck as he coaxed me into two full-blown orgasms with his fingers alone.

A shiver shoots up my spine and a giggle bubbles over my lips at the thought alone. The more time we spend together, the closer we get, and I don’t think we can blame the Mate Bond if I fall in love with him.

“Oh, this is different,”

I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a somewhat familiar voice and spin around to see Arlen standing behind me with her arms crossed. This time she’s dressed in what seems to be a red evening gown and her red hair is draped over one shoulder in