Bab 122: Hate is Born

When morning came, Zakum left his private quarters with a satisfied smile. Ariel glared at him, but her pleasured gaze did not hold threat. She was too relaxed, despite the strain to muscles she did not know she had. 

At last, she could admit that Zakum's reputation was not fake. 

She could see the reason that no one held a grudge with Zakum once a relationship was over. No one would be willing to alienate a man who could give so much pleasure. It was better to end things amicably and stand a chance at another liaison. 

And of course, most of those people would drop in for seconds and thirds if the situation permitted. 

Ariel did not wake up right away. She rolled around on Zakum's bed with a girlish blush on her face. Even though she had acted a little reluctant the previous night, she could not deny that she had always wanted to get together with Zakum.