The Heir's Revenge

Bad News to Raymond

The rising sun creeps through the gaps in the curtains of the luxurious penthouse but that's not what made Raymond open his eyes. But the smell of meat being cooked in the kitchen. Just the smell of it had made Raymond drool. Still in a lying position, Raymond looked for his pants under the blanket he had thrown away last night. He had seen red spots on the sheets which after Raymond checked a dried bloodstain. Raymond smiled faintly at that fact. He rubbed his head briefly.

“Why didn't you tell me last night was your first experience, Miss? Ah, I didn't expect you to be so pure," Raymond whispered to himself. After putting on his underwear, then Reymond stood up, took his material pants that were lying on the floor and then put them on his body.

He didn't put his clothes on, leaving his plaid belly perfectly exposed. Not that Raymond didn't want to, but that he couldn't find his shirt. Still with slightly tousled hair, Raymond opened the bedroom door. It follows the sense of smell. T