Chapter 75

TYSON

"Goodness! I swear it's not what you think!"

I gasped harshly and tried to peel Zenevieva off my body but she wrapped her hands around my waist tightly and murmured some Incoherent words which made me cursed.

Marcella would definitely burst from the way her mouth was wide agape, staring at us both with eyes like saucers.

She was transfixed and shooting her head in disbelief.

Damn!

Why couldn't I just throw Zenevieva off and talk things into her head that it's not my fault, it's as if I'm glued and my body was relaxed to her embrace on my body.

God! She smelt like lavender oil with strawberries blended together.

My tongue was tied, Zenevieva wasn't even in her right senses and she kept muttering some gibberish and smiling.

"Wait for me in the guest room Marcella, we'll talk about this."

"TALK ABOUT WHAT!!"

She screamed in fury and shook in disbelief.

"What's this Tyson, can't you throw her off and break her head for even daring to be in your exquisite room?"

"Not now Marcella, yo