Gerald POV
The girls already left my room. It was my wedding few days ago. I'm mated already, but I can't lay with my wife, Ivy. She's not meant to be with me. If I get my hands on Daphne, I'll make her pay.
I threw my legs out of the bed and Ivy barged into my room. Her maids close the door, giving us some privacy. I frowned when the guards didn't stop her. Oh, I had sent them to drop the girls off. I almost forgot.
I even miss Castro on days like this.
"You sleep with girls from the brothel house?" She asked.
I got up and wore my saggy pants, walking around the room.
"Is that a question or what?" I asked her, wearing a questioning look on my face.
"How could you? You have me if you want to have some pleasure. Are you not certain about my body?" She asked, touching her neck,
