After a sleepless night, Samuel was groggy in the morning. He felt sluggish, not because of his physical condition, but because he was spiritually drained.
Looking at him in the mirror, he could feel the imaginary bags under his eyes. Fuck! How was that even possible?
He came downstairs, anticipating that a light breakfast would calm him down. But what's the situation here?
Who were these unknown girls in his house? Maia and Paige were here? Why? a million questions kept running through his head. He was seriously considering moving out!
Three 'goddesses' sat face to face, each occupying a single sofa. Honestly, it looked like they were marking their territory.
As a self-proclaimed fashionista, Paige was dressed in designer clothes from head to toe. It was not like those show-offs, but a subtle design accentuated her dirty blonde look. Her slim supermodel physique was enough to turn people's heads.
