Seventh Chapter

By morning, the maids came back to the mansion. The shock on their faces when they saw the pile of rubbish that littered everywhere made me feel terrible. They were suffering for the mess a bunch of reckless young adults created, but then again they were paid heavily for it. Undoubtedly, Rain was also compensating them, heavily, to keep their mouths shut.

As I walked around the house, trying to render as much help as I could to the maids, my mind traveled far and wide. Actually, not far at all, it was within the mansion, dwelling on the actions of the night before. I was torn between myself, struggling between regret and satisfaction. Kissing Rain was almost heavenly. His lips were soft and he knew how to work his hands around my body. He treated my body as if he knew it like the back of his palm. I was completely lost in the moment, yielding to his trap, until I instantly got a wave of guilt that rushed over me. That was when I pulled away.

I ran, like a coward, out of hi