Cyril lay inside the large golden bathtub.
The bathtub was a masterpiece of opulence, crafted from gleaming gold that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier above.
Its large, oval shape was both inviting and majestic, with intricately carved claw feet that lifted it gracefully off the marble floor.
The interior was smooth and polished, reflecting the light in a warm, golden hue.
The edges were adorned with delicate engravings of vines and flowers, adding a touch of elegance to its grandeur.
It was a sanctuary of luxury, promising a bath that was not just a routine, but an indulgent escape.
As he lay in the opulent golden bathtub, the warm water enveloped him up to his neck, leaving his face, damp hair, and right hand exposed.
In his hand, he delicately held a glass of Domaine de la Romanée wine, the deep red liquid contrasting beautifully with the golden hues around him.
The water was adorned with floating flowers, their delicate petals adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene of serene luxury.
His mind flashed back to the scene that occurred in the sickbay.
His thoughts filled with the way Maryann sniffed him.
Her moan!
Her moan made his body still, inflicting a sensual feeling inside him.
His thoughts flashed back again to the part where he drew closer to her, and she smelt like innocence and honeysuckle.
He didn't want to let go of his imagination, but something deep down in him felt wrong.
He felt wrong to have a fantasy and a sensual delusion of someone he should be hating at the moment.
A thief!
He swirled the wine inside the wine glass, turned everything in his mouth and gulped it down in one go.
He got out of the bathtub, put on the shower to rinse off the soap from his body.
He donned his undergarments and a blue towel robe.
His hair was damp and clingy in strands, causing it to appear darker and shinier.
Making it look sleek and straight, his hair cascaded down to his mid-back and the hem of his hair dripped water.
He stepped into the large spacious room surrounded by a maximum of twenty guards and the room had lots of long gold shelves filled with Cyril's skincare products, mouth care products, hair care products and his fragrances.
A bald androgynous man walked towards Cyril, held a towel and urged Cyril to sit down and face the large ornate golden mirror.
Cyril followed suit, and he donned a hair cloth round Cyril's neck before putting on the hair dryer to dry his hair.
Bobby came into the room holding an iPad, he stood at attention and bowed to Cyril by the side.
Cyril kept mute, his attention only focused on his reflection in the mirror, he then waved his left hand signaling Bobby to deliver whatever message he had.
"Your Excellency, about the meeting with the Triump Kings……"
Cyril interrupted, "Reschedule after the PBP."
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GOTCHA (Fangs Of Love)
Storie d'amoreShe is a thief that doesn't have any intention to stop stealing. A word alone from him can put her to her early grave. He is the president of U.S.A, and he caught her stealing by chance. His most hated misconduct. She is his first law breaker since...
