DRAKE'S VIEW
It was already eight in the morning. I couldn't believe that it was so late, according to my standards. I am usually awake at the crack of dawn. The staff didn't dare come into the study. I was glad that I had shut the door. Anna was beside me, still asleep, naked on the couch. I rose to my feet and headed to the shower. Last night's sexcapade was very satisfactory, yet very interesting. Anna was a 'whore in the bedroom.' I would say that she knew how to play her cards right. She was a dam seductress in every sense of the word. She was a damn hot one as well.
She came here ready to make her move and seduce me into giving her custody of our son. Was that her motive? Or was it my stupid libido going off in an explosion? Or was it both? I assumed it was all of the above. This was a fragile situation I had in my hands. A spiteful woman, whom I adored, wanted something I had, but at what price must I pay to give in to her demands? It was a high price to pay.
