ELARA~
Isla was fast asleep on my bed.
She looked effortlessly beautiful lying there, her features softened by rest, looking almost innocent. Except I knew better. I had personally experienced the devastating things she could do with her mouth and hands.
I chuckled softly to myself, a sudden flush heating my cheeks. Just thinking about it was more embarrassing than I cared to admit.
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by papers. Spread out before me was the official letter of invitation to present at the Obsidian Awards, along with the event schedule.
"Fuck me," I muttered under my breath.
I had every right to turn down the presentation offer, but Ernest had strongly advised against it, claiming that backing out now would only make me look weak to the public.
