My body feels sore and my head hurts like I had a hangover. I remember vaguely that I came to Hayden’s roomst night to check up on him…and then…


    I bolted up in bed with my eyes wide opened as I remember what had happened after I entered Hayden’s room. The first thing I did was feel my body for my clothes. Phew…my clothes were still on…


    However, when I looked around, I did not recognize my own bedroom. Obviously, because I was not in my own bed anymore which can only mean one thing. I’m in Hayden’s bed. Last night, I didn’t have time or the attention to take in the surrounding of Hayden’s room. Looking around, I realized howrge the room really was and how tidy.


    Everything about the room was luxurious, the room had its own private bathroom, and I could see two adjoined room from where I was sitting on the bed. One had its door opened and I could see that it was a mini private living and working room. The other had its door closed.


    The room was silent. I don’t know what happened after I passed outst night but somehow, I ended up sleeping in Hayden’s bed and right now, Hayden was no where to be seen. I wondered where he went off to so early in the morning. Usually Hayden woke upte; he clearly wasn’t a morning person.


    I got out of his bed as fast as I could and quickly went back to my bedroom before anyone could spot me. My mind still felt like a mess and my body felt heavy, reminding me of the heated session I shared with Haydenst night. I could still feel his lingering touches on my most feminine part.


    Immediately after entering my room, I headed for the bathroom to take a shower. I knew I had to shake all thoughts of Hayden for my mind. After undressing, I looked at my naked self in the mirror; however, it only reminded me of the ces that Hayden had caressed, kissed, and pleasured.


    He touched me here, I thought as my hands move up to cover my breasts. My body still ached from his touch, and I could still feel the heat in between my legs. I touched my breasts and closed my eyes; I could see Hayden and hisrge manly hands on my womanly flesh as he squeezed and caressed them until they lost their shape in the palm of his hands.


    I heard myself moaning softly before whimpering his name as my breath quickened. Hayden…you’re driving me insane…


    My body heated up as I massaged my own breasts, my mind filled of Hayden and how he teased me and yed around with my body. I moaned louder as my fingers moved to pinch and pull on my own nipples. The little nubs grew taunt and erect immediately at the stimtion of my own fingers.


    I opened my eyes again and Hayden was gone. It was just me all lone in my bathroom. What am I doing? I walked on shaky legs to the bathtub before climbing in and turning on the shower, feeling the warm water rain down on me from above as I sat in the bathtub and closed my eyes.


    Hayden…what do you want from me? He says that he doesn’t want me and that we’ll just go our separate ways…but the way he touches me…


    I spread my legs and moved my hand in between them. When my fingertips caressed my love entranced, I moaned softly at the pleasurable sensation. Hayden’s fingers touched me like this. My pussy felt hot, and my slit was still wet and slippery from Hayden’s stimtion from before. I couldn’t deny that his experienced touches made me feel so good. He made me so wetst night.


    I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to clear my head. This is such a mess. I usually don’t crave this much for sexual pleasure and release. The way my pussy was aching for attention only reminded me of my days with Ethan and how we would do it so often back then. However, things were different now…much different.


    …


    I walked out of my room as I counted down on the days I had left in this penthouse with Hayden.


    26 more days left until I will be free. Since I figured that Hayden was already out, there was on rush for me to leave the suite to avoid him. After getting dressed infortable clothing, I walked to the living room where I found a very busy-looking Auntie arranging flowers in a big vase.


    "Wow! You’re super skilled at this. They’re super pretty," I said as I gestured to her flower arrangement.


    The older woman smiled happily at mypliment as her hands continued to arrange roses, lilies, and various other flowers into therge vase. Apart from their beautiful looks, the smell of the flowers was also amazingly sweet.


    "Thank you, Miss Malissa. If you’re interested, I can teach you some simple flower arrangements," Auntie offered kindly.


    I watched her slightly wrinkled hands skillfully arrange the flowers and wondered if there was anything this old Auntie couldn’t do. ording to her, she’s been ’babysitting’ or taking care of Hayden for many years. Perhaps, she’s been with him since his childhood?


    "Really? That would be great. I’ve always wanted to learn but never got around to it," I said.


    "I heard that you’re an artist so you must have good sense for beauty. Flower arrangement should be a breeze for you," Auntie said cheerily.


    "I’m just an art student. I’m still in my final year of university…so I wouldn’t dare call myself an artist yet," I replied humbly.


    "What art do you do?" she asked.


    "Oh…I mostly focus on watercolor painting, but I can do other types of paintings and some basic sculpting as well," I replied.


    "Wow. You have to show me some of your paintings sometimes," Auntie said with interest.


    "Sure thing. Umm…Auntie you mentioned that you used to babysit Hayden…" I began, hesitantly. I didn’t want her to feel that I was being too nosy.


    --To be continued…