Chapter Sixty-Seven.

Not a lot of men can give you an orgasm.

But with Daniel Sanderson, it just came easy. A woman's disappointment, they say can be another's blessing. And in all the darkness and the strife, Jazzlyn had somehow managed to cling unto hers.

She found Daniel—the one who was once smitten by her step-sister but also the one wrapped around in her arms that very moment. Lying in the bed with a steamy air sizzling up her nose, she exhaled because amidst every tumultuous thing that was going on, somehow he had clawed his way into her heart, somehow he was her most treasured peace.

And it made Daniel question whatever he fell for in Isabella anyway and Jazzlyn, whether or not this one would last this time.

"That was good" Came a feeble whisper from her lips as her hands circled around the moist hair on his chest. He threw her a lingering sensual gaze from above whilst his chin rested into her lustrous hair. She held around the duvet across her chest but Jazzlyn held around Daniel tighter.

"Yes