Vera’s POV.

I hum a music tune under my breath as I gather my hair in a ponytail in front of the dresser mirror.

My crisp white shirt and skimpy skirt are properly ironed. After getting my hair neatly packed, I saunter to my closet and sprinkle my floral-scented perfume.

All the while I do that, I keep thinking about what went down last night.

The way David sneaked me into my room without giving me an orgasm

made my night totally restless. Hell, I struggled to sleep through the throes of ...