Chapter Seventeen

Nelson opened his eyes lazily. It was morning. He squinted his eyes as the bright daylight side into his eyes from the window. He yawned exasperatedly and a pleasant moan curled on his lips. He was shocked when he caught sight of Tasha beside him. She was sleeping peacefully beside him. The white towel was hemmed around her chest. Her beautiful eyes exuded beauty - on the one-of-a-kind canyon on her forehead. Her heart thumped slowly as she slept peacefully.

Nelson paused for a moment. He peered at her, and his line of sight met with the scattered clothes on the floor. His suit and trouser were lying on the floor whilst shoes were laying someone close to his huge closet. A frown appeared on his face when everything that happen the night before replayed in his head. The moments where he was all over Tasha and how one thing led to the other and he was inside her.

He tapped Tasha rapidly, swinging her off her deep sleep. She squinted her eyes too as they wriggle tiredly. "Wake up bitch"