AMARA woke up feeling sore. When she opened her eyes, she immediately looked at the wall clock. She was shocked to see that it was already three in the afternoon. Right, Maverick never stops making love to her. He only stopped when she couldn’t keep up with his pace anymore because she was exhausted.
She groaned as she got up but was stunned to see herself wearing a satin pajama. She smiled, thinking that it was Maverick who dressed her. Then she noticed that the bedsheet and quilt differed from what she saw when she woke up yesterday. There was no trace of what happened last night. Maybe Maverick didn’t want her to feel awkward if someone walked in.
Smiling, Amara’s eyes wandered around the room. Seeing the grandeur of the bedroom, she had thought that she was already in a palace. She
