ETHAN COLE Memories were stupid, and clinging to them only brought more pain. Too many complicated emotions. I abhorred emotions. It made one wonder who they actually were or why they did things. I rose to my feet, working with the buttons of my shirt, it slipped to the floor. Walking to the standing mirror, I stared at my reflection, the scars on my body weren't much — most of my injuries were miscalculations which barely happened. My trousers followed next, the fine material slid down my legs. My fingers traced the rose tattoo of my neck. I shut my eyes, blocking the memories from coming. It didn't matter now. As I turned to walk naked into the bathroom, a soft knock came from the door. It opened slightly, revealing a barely clothed Ava. She had changed her nightwear to something thinner, the straps made no effort to shield her breasts.“Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting something,” she smiled, walking in, and kicking the door shut.When did she become this wild? Kicking t
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