Chapter: 695

"Which hand do you use to jerk off?" Aimee asked.

Nikolas was silent for a moment.

Seeing his reaction, Aimee felt her suspicion was confirmed.

Nikolas' hand had touched his penis and then touched her hand and mouth.

“Ewww..."

Aimee turned and rushed into the bathroom to throw up.

Nikolas was at a loss for words.

Watching her dramatic reaction, he wished she'd dive right into the toilet.

“Are you out of your mind? I'm in my own room. I can do whatever I want here. You were the one who knocked and interrupted me. I haven't even complained about how uncomfortable you've made me feel, yet you're calling me dirty!"

Aimee looked at him, then lowered her gaze to his crotch.

“Damn it! Nikolas, listen, you better not tell anyone about this, especially not Bethany or Jonathan! Forget it! Nothing has happened!"

With that, she flung open the door and dashed out, as if worried Nikolas might chase after her to do something wild.

Watching the door slam shut, Nikolas could only smirk and shake his head, speechless.

The erotic video was still playing on the TV, but he had lost his interest.

He turned off the display with the remote and lay back on the bed.

Although he didn't want to stop, the interruption had left him feeling unsettled.

It had been a while since Nikolas had dated or been intimate with anyone. This was the longest he had gone without sex since his first time.

Now he had wanted some private time, but he got interrupted.

Frustrated, he sat up, threw on his coat, stuffed the car keys into his pocket, and knocked on Aimee's door.

"What sort of clothes do you need to pack? Do you want me to help with that?"

Did she really see him as some kind of servant?

Seriously, he was still injured.

After a moment, Aimee's voice came through the door. "Fuck off!"

"Don't push your luck! Didn't we agree to forget what just happened? Why are you yelling at me?"