Her jet-black hair was draped on the cushion like seaweed.

Her pretty face was just partially covered.

Isaac stopped at the foot of the bed, removed his suit jacket, and tossed it to the floor. Next, one by one, he undid the buttons on his shirt.

The moonlight shone behind him, casting a shadow over his face.

When Camila rolled over on the bed, she sensed another presence in the room. Her eyes narrowed.

There was someone else in the room beside her

She rubbed her eyes, hoping to see more clearly

Shortly, she spotted a towering figure approaching.

She looked up just in time to see the white shirt slip off the man's body.

Suddenly, she was wide awake.

“Isaac, what.. what are you doing?"

Camila sat up abruptly and drew the blanket closer around herself

No words came out of Isaac's mouth as he stared at her like a wild animal staring down its prey.

“Are you going to undress yourself, or do you want me to do it for you?"

His tone was cold as he spoke.

It was conveying a simmering rage.

Camila was dumbfounded by his words.

“You.. Are you drunk?"

“I will count to three. One, two..."

“Isaac, what's wrong with you?"

A shiver ran down Camila's spine. Isaac's behaviour was scaring her “Three!"

Isaac yanked the blanket away from her.

Camila gathered her Legs to her chest as she glared at Isaac. "Isaac, if you touch me, I'll never forgive you!"

Isaac's expression soured, finding her remark absurd.

A split second later, he pinned her to the bed.