Carlos' POV

I was halfway across the world and all I could think about was Irene.

Irene Peters

She was way below my standard. Just a girl with a stupid wig and a pair of spectacles that made her look terrible. But she managed to capture my attention. Last night, seeing her in that black gown that hugged her cuurves, a feral hunger had been ignited in me. I was sure she was special.

Despite the two ladies awakening my body with their touches, all I wanted was to hold Irene and taste what ...