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*unknown pov*

The tapping sound of her heels alerts everyone in the Van' Doran Household. Servants heed the call and tends to the lady in question.

She stands firm, a smug expression. Hair up styled , for a first, according to her short body hugging deep ocean dress.

It really do bring out those sodalite eyes.

"My, my. Is there really no one at home?"

Showing complete disregard for all the maids and butlers at her waiting, she glances around and then casually walks to the stairs.

Up she goes , to a place she knows, a place where no one else would ever really dare to go.

She knocks lightly onto a familiar door of a large room. There she opens it, slightly peeking in, smiling to herself as she walks towards the bed as a servant who was in, leaves without looking at her, closing the door behind them as they did.

"Well you certainly look great."

She grins widely at the man who sat on his bed, shirtless under the covers. In his hand , was an empty glass, the other hand rubbing the side of his bandaged temple.

"And what the fuck do you want anyway. Why are you here?"

The roughness of his voice must have scraped his dry throat.
He dared not look at her, just kept his eyes close, trying his best to distract himself from the pain.

"Aw there's no need for you to be all grumpy first thing in the morning..."

She sat at the edge of the bed, twisting her body towards him, cunningly.

"Thought I'd drop by and see if you enjoyed my gift."

He finally acknowledged her presence, dark green eyes scanning her face and finally settled on her cleavage.

"Gift?"

His eyes slowly lifting to her lips as she spoke.

"The little treat I sent your way? I believe that was the reason for your head injury?"

"You call that a treat?"

She pouted at his aggressiveness , although it was the only thing that was mainly attractive about him.
Despite his wealth and good looks, I mean she could get that kind of thing anywhere and at the snap of her finger.

But holy fuck.

That temper? That rage and irritability...now that was something to go crazy for.

Her fingers carefully grazed his hair towards the back. He grabbed her wrists and the slight jolt of pain, tightening his grip he showcased his anger on his face.

"As an apology, allow me to make it up to you..."

She leaned in close, teasingly , then stepped up.

Taking small steps back as soon as she was released.

Trusting the gesture, he pushed aside the covers, manspreading on the edge of the bed. He watched her stoically as she knelt down.

It was as if he already knew what she came here for, and she knew well, that it would get better if he was angry.
If he couldn't be naturally, then she would make him mad, purposely.

A mix of excitement stirred in her eyes as she stared deeply in his unbothered expression. She gently stroked his member, resting her chin on his thigh. His intoxicating manly odor made her easily wet and thirsty.