On the same day, a few minutes past noon, sunlight streamed through the expansive windows of Fabian's modern apartment.
Three plush, charcoal-gray sofas stood at one side of the room, decorated with a few strategically placed throw pillows. At the center of the sofas was a coffee table with a stack of few books.
The kitchen was filled with stainless steel appliances, and the dark marble countertops as a cube-shaped chandelier hung above the island. Across it was the dining, there were only three chairs around the small table. And lastly, in one of the three bedrooms, the voice of a woman moaned out loud.
"Ahh!", she cried with her eyes still shut, her body twitching and writhing. Her long blonde hair was spread like a fan over the mattress. "Oh Fabian, you're so good!", she moaned again, this time with her fingers gripping tightly onto the sheets, her eyes still closed shut as her breath turned fast and ragged.
