Chapter 73 "Killers Don't Have Friends"

Agatha’s POV

When I woke up next morning, I was in dazed for many hours.

I remembered drinking wine and f*cking with my boss nonstop inside Vincent’s room. That was…

“Sexy.”

Yes. I had to be true to myself and admit that I found it sexy. After c*mming several times, I forgot what happened and only remembered vague memories like when he took me inside my room and we did it again. He did not put it inside though, but the feeling was amazing.

Unlike the first time, my body adjusted and I don’t feel sore. Maybe a little? But enough for me to move.

Today is Sunday and my day off. Usually, I would go outside and have fun alone. But I think I will just rest here in the condo.

Once I went out, I saw a note on the table.

[“I went out for the meeting. But I will come back home tomorrow. See you, my lovely Agatha.”]

Happy and contended, I hugged the note and kissed it. He was rough like a beast on b*d, but as a boyfriend, he was sweet.

“A busy man is really my ideal type,” I said.

My eye