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“As much as I enjoy the choice of wardrobe this glorious morning, I don’t think you should be blessing all of Leighton with the sight of your scrumptious body,” Zander hums.
One look at his eyes and I know he’s undressing her with ease.
I can’t ignore it now. They did something last night.
I’m fighting not to slam my fists against the wooden table in frustration.
“Morning, Zander,” she greets as she slides her glasses off to rub her tired eyes. I can tell she didn’t get much sleep.It’s not like I can ignore how bruised she is.Her arm, in particular, draws my attention—bandaged just below her bicep.
It’s also very noticeable that Zander has a similar bandaged arm.
“I wasn’t going to wear this,” she proceeds to say with a yawn. “You guys only gave me ten minutes.”
“Five minutes,” I bark in correction, needing to make my presence known.
She lifts her half-open eyes to the end of the table, acknowledging my presence.For five fucking seconds.Then she looks to Ares.
“Morning, Ares.”
“Morning, Sweet Canary,” Ares replies with a tender look that makes my heart gallop in anger. The fucker is usually a blank slate all the fucking time.
Yet here he is, calling what’s mine,sweet fucking canary?
What does that even mean?
“Looks like you had a rough night,” he teases while he’s next to admire her luscious body. It’s only because she’s pale that you can’t see every fucking detail beneath that thin t-shirt.
Those pebble nipples of hers have no problem being noticeable.
I stop myself from licking my lips.
“I wonder whose fault that is,” she mutters. “It’s hard to walk in Christian Louboutins all night, you know?”
I’m shocked to hear Ares actually chuckle.
The man is completely smitten with this bitch.
“Is that all you did?” Ares wonders casually as he reaches for his glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. “Walk?”
“I did a bit of running,” she adds and slowly slides her glasses back on. “I thought I would be riding a pony along the beach with a glorious view of the ocean, but alas. I must have been dreaming.”
Riding a pony along the beach. This?—
“Dolcezza, come here,” Zander encourages. “Your breakfast will be here any moment.”
She gives him a look, one that shows a hint of curiosity along her usual bitch face expression, but she complies. When she’s next to Zander, he pushes back his dining chair and taps his lap.
“Why don’t you sit and wait?”
I scoff in annoyance because I know she won’t do shit for him. Being all defiant in the Leighton House only ended with my cock hitting the back of her throat. If she had kept quiet the entire fucking dinner, she wouldn’t have endured the punishment I delivered.
The eerie screech of the chair forces me to return my attention to Zander—his lap now occupied by the defiant woman who suddenly decided to follow orders.
What the fuck?
“Aren’t you such a good girl, Sweet Dynamite,” Zander hums as his arm hooks around Iva’s waist. The action forces the fabric of my shirt to tighten from the top half, showing how her perky small breasts press against the thin material, giving us the perfect silhouette view.
My cock can’t possibly get harder.
