Chapter 471 Something in Rachels Drink (2/2)

remember the cause of her pounding head.

A man's back was turned to her. He was naked- his body uncovered with the quilt.

Rachel yawned and wrapped her arms around his waist.

”Why don't you take the quilt? You'll get cold,” she said drowsily.

She lifted up the quilt and saw that she was naked. Then, she kicked that man and complained with feigned annoyance, ”You're such a bad guy. What did you do to me while I was sleeping?”

Marcus was already awake. He opened his eyes and looked at the hands around him. He savored the feeling of Rachel's face pressed against his back. Her long hair flowed through his back and brought a pleasant sensation to his naked skin.

It was a feeling he could get used to in the mornings.

But at that moment, Rachel's mind sobered up.

She shot up immediately and covered her body with the quilt. Her eyes widened at the figure lying next to her, her head thrown into confusion.

The man next to her had a chiseled figure, like Hiram. He was lean and muscled, and dark hair dusted his chest.

Rachel knew Hiram's body from memory. She struggled to gather her thoughts as they raced across her mind.

Hiram didn't have chest hair. This man, who was lying next to her, naked, was not Hiram.

Marcus wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer, but he knew he had been found out.

He sat up, taking his time, and leaned against the headboard. He smiled at Rachel, his dark eyes slyly glinting. ”What's with all the surprise? Don't you remember how close we got last night, Rachel?” he asked, his tone suggestive.

Rachel seemed as if she had turned to stone. Words escaped her when she heard what Marcus said. After a bewildered pause, she found her voice

and asked in disbelief. ”What are you talking about?!”