“Tyrone Blakely!" Sabrina's voice was slow and deliberate, her teeth clenched, her eyes wide with fury, and even her hair seemed to quiver with rage.

"Don't be mad. Let's talk this out." Tyrone attempted to placate the irate Sabrina. “Sabrina, don't you think ten years is too long?"

"I don't think so."

"Then, stay the night," Tyrone suggested, lifting her up and heading toward the villa.

“Tyrone!" Sabrina exclaimed, surprised, wrapping her arms around him.

Sabrina's arms, delicate and fragrant, encircled his neck, triggering memories in Tyrone's mind. As she neared climax, she'd close her eyes, lips slightly parted, arms gently tightening around his neck...

"Tyrone!" Sabrina yelled.

Tyrone regained his composure, his lashes hiding the intensity in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he embraced her tightly.

Realizing he wasn't backing down, Sabrina had to relent. "Fine, five years. Five years, alright?" She had already halved the time!

Tyrone halted, his gaze piercing. "Five years?"

Caught off guard by his intensity, Sabrina stammered, “Four... Four years?"

“Four years?"

“Three then? Can't go any lower!" Sabrina's anger mixed with sorrow as she clung to him.

"One month."

Sabrina's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible," she muttered through gritted teeth.

Without a word, Tyrone carried her toward the living room.

The door stood ajar, warm light spilling out, voices drifting from within.

As they approached, the voices of Jennie and Karen resonated from inside.

The thought of being seen like this by Jennie and Karen mortified Sabrina. Grabbing Tyrone's shoulder, she whispered urgently, “Tyrone, stop!"

Tyrone paused, glancing at her, and then pinned her against the wall near the door. Leaning close, he murmured in her ear, "How long this time?"