Pushing the door open, I stepped inside, preparing myself for whatever nonsense awaited me this time.
And there it was.
A sight so horrific and so disturbing, that for a moment, I actually reconsidered my entire existence.
Axel was lying in my bed, shirtless, his wounds fully stitched, and was sleeping like some pampered prince.
And Rosario—that stupid woman, was kneeling beside him, lightly tracing her fingers over his abs as she continued singing her ridiculous song.
"Si me miras así, me muero, ay Dios…" she crooned, sighing dramatically.
For a moment, I just stood there. Watching. Disbelieving. Dreading.
Was there… was there ever going to be an end to Rosario's absurdity?
No. No, there wasn't.
Because Rosario was not merely horny. She was a state of being.
A force of chaos and high libido that refused to be tamed.
