"Raphael," I muttered, my voice laced with irritation. "I think my period just started. Can you grab me some sanitary napkins?" I sighed dramatically.
Raphael hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright. There's a convenience store nearby. Wait here and pick out a dress you like, okay?"
I offered him a small, weary smile, watching as he turned and walked away—exactly as I had planned.
The moment he stepped out, I moved fast.
I reached for the car’s dash cam first. My fingers hovered over the screen, and there it was, the footage.
The camera had faced the road ahead, but the sounds… they told the entire story.
“You better keep your promise, Colette,” Raphael murmured, his voice thick with desire.
The car was soon filled with the sounds of feverish kisses, their mouths colliding as they greedily exchanged breath and warmth.
Hands fumbled, clothes slipped away, and when the sharp sound of a zipper being undone echoed in the silence, it was quickly followed by Colette’s breathy moan.
“Raphael… gentle, please,” she pleaded.
Raphael let out a low, guttural groan. “It’s too late for that, Colette. You’re the one who made me lose control.”