“I’m going to be sick.”
Oh, well that’s just great.
With a heavy sigh, Frederick pushed himself away from her, falling onto his back against the mattress. Even with his eyes closed he could tell that her palm was firmly pressed against her mouth as she scurried down to the bathroom.
Apparently he had forgotten to cover himself in the cologne she brought for him right after he showered twenty minutes ago. Ever since Frederick once again had managed to knock her up, Illeana’s heightened senses could not stand the scent of his skin. Although he had no idea how he smelled without cologne clinging to his skin, he never thought that his odor was bad. Maybe he was thinking wrongfully.
There’s a perfect proof of that – the brunette woman puking her guts out in the toilet.