C42 The Intruder

“Ahem!” Someone pretended to cough to distract the intimacy that had gone deeper on the sofa.

Disturbed from following his sexual urge, Bill stopped and turned his head to the owner of the voice.

“Do you want to die?” With looks that could kill, Bill said.

“I’m sorry. I just woke up from the other room. Where’s everybody?” Trishia pretentiously asked