The Maimic Drillionaire

Chapter 92

Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life.

Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state.

He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up.

He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled droplets wasn’t far-fetched.

At first the idea of washing her up in the bathroom hit him in the head and he disapproved of it, avoiding Jacy’s like time-bomb trouble, not wanting anything that involved her body or her trust for him to fail. He knew he was right about charming Jacy, and there was no stopping him.

It was his first time of staying in an enclosed place with a woman; not just a woman much familiar to him, but a total stranger, whose identity and past he wasn’t too sure of – just lik