Chapter 31

The next day, Charles woke up first. The lingering, ambiguous atmosphere in the room hadn't yet dissipated. Last night, the woman had done her best to please him; despite trying to seem experienced, her movements had been fairly awkward. Instead of being put off by this, her blunt attempts only stirred up a primal desire in him. It'd been a while since he had enjoyed such an uninhibited pleasure. Throwing off the blanket, Charles lit a cigarette, intending to leave once he was finished smoking. Unexpectedly, the woman also woke up. Apparently, she hadn't expected Charles to still be there, and gave a start when she turned over. "Mr. Larry hasn't left yet?" "What's your name?" The woman's smile broadened. "Amy Scott, you can call me Amy, Mr. Larry." Charles extinguished his cigarette and stood up. "Was I your first man?" Amy's smile faded a little. "Is that a problem?" Charles walked over to the wardrobe to get dressed, then took out a bank card from his pocket and tossed it onto the pi