Astrid woke up holding her head. She got a splitting headache and her throat was parched. She looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and screamed. Ace who was wrapped in a towel, freshly showered, smirked. Game on, his wicked thoughts taking over.
'Ace?. H...how d..did I end up here?'
'You don't remember? ' he adjusted his towel lower and lazily walked towards her.
'I...I remember going to a club, drinking and…..someone…someone…, and you both sa…saved me,' Her heart thumped loudly when her eyes landed on Ace and his exposed chest in full view. Her eyes raking over his tattoos shamelessly before moving to his hips. My god, his tattoos are a work of art. So exquisite and detailed. Astrid was lost at the sight of the infamous tattoos.
'You don't remember biting me, groping or kissing me, Astrid?' He pointed to her bite marks nearing her.
`I…I ', Astrid as aghast. Fuck, she groped him?
