Ace P.O.V
I slam the door to my office open, and my vision still tinted red with rage as my beast paces angrily in my mind. Charging into the room, my fist flies into the wall as this all-consuming anger engulfs my body. I just want to rip everything apart and scream.
How dare she treat me like this. I am a king, and I demand respect. She will submit one way or another.
I slump into my black chair behind my desk, my anger quickly turning to exhaustion as I cradle my head in my hands, a headache forming just thinking about all the s**t going on in my messed-up life right now.
“Well, this looks depressing.'' comes a voice I did not want to hear from right now. I roll my eyes as I only now remember forgetting to shut the door in my fit of rage.
“What do you want, Damien? As you can clear
