Knock knock…
The door to Killian's study swung open as he beheld who stood behind the door; it was Deon, who didn't look too pleased as he sauntered into the office with something.
"And what do I owe the look on your face to?" Killian asked with his brows raised in annoyance since his friend's scent was wreaking havoc in his office, and his brows were furrowed in confusion.
"You left her in the basement?" Deon said it with anger, an anger that rubbed Killian the wrong way. "Why the hell did he care so much for someone that belonged to him?" he thought as his hands squeezed the armchair, making it creak under his powerful grip.
"And how is that your business?" he asked. "She is mine; I bought her; she is mine, and I can do whatever I want, especially if she disobeys me. She has to be punished,"……
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