"Miss, you look tired. Have a drink and get some rest. I won't disturb you anymore." Aunt could tell, from all the kiss marks on her body, what Carla Carr had been through.
Carla got out of bed, unsteady on her feet for the first time!!
My God, doesn't he know how to be more gentle!!
Boo-hoo, she stumbled and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the floor was covered with a thick Persian carpet, so the fall wasn't too painful.
Alexander Kingsley had gone off to busy himself with something.
Carla was so exhausted from the ordeal that she stayed in bed resting for two or three days, not going out at all.
Three days later.
She was holding a glass of orange juice, walked to the swimming pool beside the villa, and called Eva Nightingale.
The call was quickly picked up, and Eva's voice came through: "Lola, haven't seen you in a while. Where have you been?"
Eva on the phone had no idea Carla was in New York and hadn't gone back yet.
"I'm in New York."
