Virgin?

Rafael’s POV

I knocked on the door. Her delicate voice rang out, asking, "Who is this?"

I clenched my fists. Ready to punch the bastard who's with her.

I knocked again. She opened the door slightly, stretched her head out, and opened her eyes wide. I could tell from the look on her face that she was surprised to see me standing here. I immediately pushed her to the side and barged in.

She slammed shut the door and followed me. My eyes wandered around the room. I asked in disdain, "Where's he?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why do you ask? He hasn't come yet, and please leave before he sees you here!"

There was something different about her, but I couldn't put my hands on it. I examined her from top to toe. She was wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wet.

I cannot describe my feelings at that moment. I raised the corner of my lips with a sarcastic smile and asked, "Is this your value to him? To bring you to a lowly hotel like this?"

I can see her