Drowning in Love Chapter 06

Drowning in Love Chapter 06

Finally, he stood up and fixed me with a cool, distant look. Lips pressed tight, he asked, “Is this the ‘gift’ you planned to give me?”

I froze. Then he blurted stiffly, “Since there are guests, entertain them properly.”

The whole room went silent.

His friends were stunned. “Dude… your generosity is next level. Are you insane?” someone said.

Someone else muttered, “This isn’t just cheating on the side anymore. This is bringing the whole party home.

My mouth twitched. I wanted to slap him. I was furious, but I forced a dazzling smile and said, “No problem, darling. I’ll definitely treat my guests very well.”

Alright, Travis.

If you love putting on a show so much, let’s see how long you can keep it up.

In the bedroom, the two men Wendy had hired were standing by the door like statues. The moment I came in, they casually took off their shirts and walked toward me with that practiced, professional heat.

“Anna,” one of them said, “where do you want us to start?”

But my attention was on Travis’s room next door. Even so, I was thrown. Wendy had found men as wild as she was, completely uninhibited.

“Oh my God. Put your clothes back on, now.” I figured they’d gotten the wrong idea about “relief,” so I hurried to explain. “You just need to sit here so I can observe. No physical contact. Got it?”

“But Wendy said you needed figure drawing, so we’ll show our lines,” one said.

“If you want some challenging poses, we can do that too,” the other added.

Me: …Okay. Looks like I’m the only one who is treating this like an R-rated film.

“Aren’t you satisfied with our bodies?” one of them asked.

Satisfied. Of course I was satisfied. It was just…

I cleared my throat, glanced at their baby faces, and asked, “Wendy told you to follow my lead tonight, right?”

They nodded in perfect unison.

“Then…” I hesitated. “Can you two kiss each other?”

“Huh?”

I needed some noise to test Travis, right?

We’d been shut in our rooms for so long, and the room next door was completely quiet. That wasn’t normal.

The two models were quick. The moment they saw me glance toward the wall, they got it. With full professional seriousness, they said, “Understood. We’ll handle it.”

A minute later, the room filled with shameless, over-the-top noise: flirtatious gasps, deliberately loud sounds. I

sat off to the side watching these two drama queens perform and couldn’t help laughing.

Soon after, there was a knock at the door.

Travis stood in the doorway with his hair dripping, eyes heavy-lidded, looking as pitiful as a dog caught in the

rain.

He held a plate of sliced tropical fruit. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze swept over me like an X-ray.

When he saw my nearly sheer silk blouse, his expression darkened, the kind of simmering, helpless anger that was almost ridiculous.

I teased him on purpose. “Want to come in and join the party?”

The calm mask on Travis’s face nearly cracked. His knuckles went white around the ceramic plate as he said, too casually, “I just want to use your bathroom.”

Use it. Sure.

His hair was still wet. He’d clearly just showered.