…THAT WOMAN?

King stood in the bathroom for a while as he kept redialing Payton’s number but it kept directing him to voicemail.

Was she declining his call on purpose?

When he looked around the bathroom and his eyes fell on the mirror, he raised his brows as he stared at his figure, looking ridiculous with his already unhardened dick hanging down.

He hissed, dropped his phone in the hand basin, and then moved under the shower.

He stood under the running tap for a while before he got out.

When he got out, his phone in his hand, he shook his head as he saw Sasha who was lying on the bed, satisfying herself.

“K… king,” she moaned his name, hoping he would return to the bed to her, instead, he grabbed his shirt that was on the hanger and wore it.

Without bottoming up, he wore his boxers and then trousers, grabbed his wristwatch and car key on the stand, and then walked to the door.

“Where are you going?!” Sasha panted as she removed the vibrator and then hurried out of the bed.

He did not answer; inst