Chapter 142: The Punishment

It was deep into the night. On the wooden bed, Holly Lapwood slept soundly, cheek resting on Nixon Walker's chest. He eased himself up and pulled a thin sheet over her. Moonlight spilled through the window, dusting her skin as if someone had sprinkled fine silver powder across it. Holly slept like a child. After the frenzy a moment ago, she was spent. Nixon was exhausted too, yet his mind kept racing. What was he doing? The women in his life were already a headache. He didn't want more trouble,...