Chapter 37 Cold Shower

• [Third POV]
• Mateo just finished freshening up when he heard an indistinct scream from the adjacent room; his body still had traces of water dripping from his hair onto his ripped chest and stomach muscles, as if he had just come out of a sports magazine cover. For a fifty-year-old something, he was in his best shape. There were no traces of fat build-up visible in his body, perhaps because of punishing workouts and morning runs, with which not even Brohan could compete.
• Without wearing anything more than a boxer shorts, he bolted out of his chamber and knocked on Luna’s chamber to ask who screamed, and why. He was panting in anticipation as he waited and waited. When the door swung open, Amelia’s sensual form welcomed him like a storm. Within seconds, he scanned her body from head to toe. All her curves are visible on the see-through night gown she sported, the same one she wore in the morning, still not wearing any undergarments. The nightgown’s thin strap was out of place, revealing more skin on the chest area, barely covering her breast, and the plunging neckline hung on her pebbled nipples.