(Back at the Hotel)

Neither of them noticed they were no longer alone. Delilah, quiet as a shadow, lifted her phone and recorded everything, the moans, the kisses, the shameless intimacy unfolding right before her eyes. Her lips curved into a sly smile as she hid herself behind a curtain.

“Gael, drop me. I’m tired already,” Yulia giggled, her arms wrapped lazily around his neck as he carried her.

Gael smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips before heading toward the bathroom ...