Chapter 80: Urge to murder a man
Kayla barely had time to catch her breath after Calvin released inside her. On shaky legs, she hurried into the bathroom, her heart pounding harder as she realized how much time they’d spent in the room.
The ache and sensitivity between her legs lingered—a raw reminder of how roughly Calvin had pounded her. It was the fastest sex she’d ever had, and strangely, she liked it. She’d always loved the maddening thrill of secrecy, but the messy urgency made it even better.
Christian walked down the hallway at a slow, unbothered pace, heading out of the main building.
Just as he reached the front of the guest quarters, his phone rang. He checked the screen, then answered without hesitation. It was important.
Meanwhile, Kayla splashed water on her face and smoothed down her hair, trying to look as normal as possible. When she returned to the bedroom, Calvin was zipping up his pants. His lips curled into a mischievous smirk when he saw her, but she ignored him, grabbed one of his bags, and hurried toward the door.
The moment she opened it and saw Christian standing outside, phone pressed to his ear, her body froze.
Thankfully, his back was turned.
She quickly forced a bright smile onto her face.
"Yes, it’s perfect to strike while he’s still distracted by the aftermath of the interview," she heard him say into the phone.
Her heart slammed against her ribs, but outwardly, she stayed calm.
"Babe?"