Angela looked at Sam, who was laughing as if he had just told the funniest joke in the world.
Her expression softened, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"You did the right thing, Sam." Angela said as she got up from her chair and sat on the edge of the bed next to Sam.
"You may hate what you did, and you may despise your actions, but it was the right thing to do." Angela placed her hand on a cold compress at Sam's neck, then dipped it into a bowl of water beside her.
"Don't dwell on it too much. You just choose yourself and this is what you'll always have to do. Every other choice would only lead you to... regret." Angela put the wet compress on Sam's neck. Feeling Sam's long neck, Angela placed her cold and wet hands on Sam.
"Even if he had accepted the money you offered him before, he would have eventually reported you. And if you hadn't killed him, he would have killed you. You did nothing but save yourself, Sam." Angela said as she gazed directly into Sam's eyes, her hands working over Sam's neck.
"I... regret it." Sam said weakly as he avoids Angela gaze.
Angela maintained her faint smile and said, "I know, but understand that you made the right decision. Even if these decisions are... bad, they are what always save us."
Sam remained silent, and Angela kept her silence. Although there was no verbal communication between them. But their eyes, which occasionally met when Angela changed the compress on Sam, spoke volumes. Deep and complex gazes told endless stories...
Sam felt a sense of calmness in Angela's presence. Her cold touches on his skin might be all he needed now to extinguish the fires of his remorse.
Breaking the silence, Sam asked, "How many days have I been unconscious?"
A beautiful smile brightened Angela's face, and she replied, "Three days."
"Hell no!" Sam's eyes widened.
Angela chuckled and said, "You have no idea how much of a burnt pie in the oven you were when you came to me. Do you know? I even bathed you myself... and let me tell you, I'm a little amazed."
Sam's expression darkened as he looked at Angela's face.
"Joke! Just a joke." Angela said, laughing lightly.
"But I did bathe you indeed. And I wasn't really amazed. Perhaps your little friend was sleeping with you too?" Angela continued her 'joke'.
"What? Do you want him to wake up?" Sam replied with deep frown.
Angela's smile widened, and she said, "Of course, why not? He owes me a lot."
"Cut the shitty talk. Where am I now?" Sam asked, looking around.
Angela's smile faltered slightly as she replied, "You're in Club Colongos, the best nightclub in New York."
"Huh?" Sam had never heard of this club before.
"Well, to be more precise, we're on the ground floor of it," Angela said, then leaned in close to Sam's ear and whispered, "And the ground floor doesn't enter anyone."
Sam shivered a bit at Angela's whisper and pushed her away slightly.
"Why are we in a nightclub for heaven's sake?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because we need a front? I don't think you'll enjoy it when an FBI agent comes to you and asks how you came into your money." Angela replied.
'Fuck.' Sam rubbed his forehead and said, "I'm feeling better. I want to get u—"
As he forcefully pushed the heavy blanket off himself, Sam made a very important discovery. He was completely naked.
His aroused cock had caught Angela's attention, and his naked body was entirely exposed before her.
"Fuck! For the fuck sake why I'm naked?!" Sam tried to cover himself with the blanket he had thrown a moment ago.
"Well, this was a warm welcome." Angela laughed lightly and seductively.
Sam quickly covered himself with the blanket he hadn't thrown away.
"The strange thing is it didn't show under the blanket despite its size. How did you manage to do that?" Angela asked.
"Oh please fuck off Angela." Sam grumbled.
"Oh my, you look a little tired... How about I help you relax?" Angela said, placing her hand on Sam's cock.
Angela gently moved her hand over his member under the blanket, leaning in close to him and whispered in his ear, saying, "Sometimes... to avoid pain, you indulge in a bit of pleasure."
Sam's face contorted with the sensations brought by Angela's hand on his cock. It became fully aroused and stood proudly.
Angela held him under the blanket and started stroking him up and down with a motion that left nothing to pain to gets in Sam's heart.
"Ughh." Sam moaned, looking into Angela's eyes, which were filled with desire.
"How do you feel? Better?" Angela asked, increasing the pressure on Sam's cock.
Sam didn't respond, and he was immersed in the wonderful feeling that Angela's hand brought.
Angela came closer to Sam and held Sam's right hand with her own and placed it on her chest, whispering, "Here, forget everything and enjoy with me."
Angela's chest was large and soft, and its texture was so inviting that it made him want to touch it more. Sam pressed against her chest and heard her heavy breaths coming out of her mouth.
Angela vigorously rubbed Sam's cock with strength and speed, and she began to feel its warmth under the blanket.
Sam touched Angela's nipple, which stood erect with desire, with his fingers.
"Nghh.." Angela let out a muffled moan or tried to suppress it as best as she could.
This only encouraged Sam to rub her more intensely. He could feel her nipple pulsating within her bra and clothe.
Sam placed his second hand on her chest, squeezing it firmly, while his first hand continued to play with her nipples.
Angela's heavy, warm breaths and her lustful glances pushed Sam to the edge.
Sam moaned as he looked at Angela's soft chest in his hands.
"Oh, I'm about to..." Sam softly whispered.
"Come my dear, come hard on my hands" Angela said with her hand jerking Sam's cock rapidly, feeling it twitching in her hand.
Angela was not deterred by the movements and reached for a tissue next to Sam.
She placed her right hand under the bed, took Sam's warm cock in her cold hand, and felt its exciting pulse.
She placed the tissue on the head of Sam's cock and began to rub it vigorously.
Sam moaned intensely as he looked at her with great lust.
"Aghhh." Sam moans reach Angela's ears as he cum a thick load into her hands.
Angela's hand and the tissue were stained with Sam's warm semen.
Angela wiped Sam's cock, preventing any spillage on the blanket.
Sam looked at her, and she looked back, then she said, "I think you're feeling better now?" with a seductive smile.
"Yes, somewhat." Sam replied, avoiding direct eye contact.
Angela continued to wipe, then took the tissue and threw it in the trash.
"I think you're ready to move. Don't lie there, you will get used to it." Angela said as she removed the compress from Sam.
"There's a meal being prepared now. Put something on, then come to the first room on your left from the hallway." Angela instructed, taking all the bandages, then heading towards the door.
Sam reclined on his bed for a moment. He gazed at the ceiling, with a thousand questions racing through his mind, and his thoughts were deeply entangled in a civil war.
He shook his head and found his clothes neatly placed on a clean table in the corner of the room, which was surprisingly tidy and beautiful.
Sam quickly dressed and then proceeded to the room Angela had mentioned.
The room was spacious with a simple white color scheme and several hanging paintings. A modern red carpet covered the floor.
Sam entered the room and found not only Angela and Kayla but also three people he didn't recognize.
"Ohhh, isn't this the new kid?!" exclaimed a middle-aged man with thick gray hair in both his hair and his large beard.
'Why do I feel a headache coming on?' Sam rubs his forehead hard.