As Rosalynn unlocked her apartment door, she turned to him.

“I'm somewhat exhausted today. I think we should return to our homes respectively."

With that, she moved to close the door, but Brian held it open, stepping inside.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in to capture her Lips in a kiss.

“Brian, as I said, I'm quite tired today." Rosalynn dodged his advance.

His voice roughened.

“You don't have to exert yourself. You just need to lie back and enjoy."

How could Brian, having experienced physical intimacy with her, bear to sleep alone?

“But why am I the one who ends up exhausted, Brian?”

“How about you take over, and I get to enjoy it?"

Evening came, and all was quiet.

Sanford partied with his friends until midnight. He Left them to their revelry, escorting a drowsy Maggie back to their apartment.

Maggie hadn't had much to drink, but fatigue had set in.

Upon entering the room, Sanford backed her against the wall, kissing her with an intensity that left her breathless.

After a brief struggle, Maggie succumbed.

Sanford's scent, heavy with alcohol, filled her senses as he carried her into the bedroom, depositing her onto the bed.

Tonight, he was more demanding, lacking his usual gentleness.

Maggie bit her lip and had sex with him.

Exhausted after the prolonged encounter, she heard him murmur something in his sleep.

“Aryana, don't go."

The following day, Maggie stirred awake, her gaze falling on the still-slumbering figure of Sanford. She gently extricated his arm from around her and eased herself out of the bed.

Her waist ached as she rose. Swiftly, she reached for support to steady herself.