Iris:
I called for him so many times but he did not respond to me.
There was only one choice.
I would wear these clothes, whoever they belonged to, step out, grab a dress, change into it, and then call Markus.
Simple.
I was furious with him. I had been working so hard for him, and now he had disappeared when I needed help.
So I quickly put on the shorts and shirt and opened the door.
The sight before me froze me in place.
All the candles were lit. Soft music was playing, something I had not heard from inside the bathroom. The fireplace was on.
The main door was closed.
And someone was lying on the mattress, naked, covered only by a sheet.
"What the hell are you doing, Markus?" I screamed, rushing toward him.
I was about to demand why he was naked on the bed and why the room looked as if something had happened here.
Then my eyes landed on the condoms scattered across the floor.
Before I could fully process it, he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the mattress.
