“What is your assistant doing in your room at this hour of the night?” Stella asks me, feverishly getting into my room.
She looks at me from head to toe studying the bathrobe I’m wearing. I know what has occupied her mind. Her murky mind would be doubting that I had s*x with my assistant. Why doesn't she know that she is the only woman who pleases me? I look at her in silence. She never considers me like a King but this is not how she should be talking to someone else. She should respect my personal space.
“Who is she?” she asks, locking her eyes with mine.
She waits for me to answer her question, still looking at me. Doesn't she know what personal space is? Or did she know the truth that Eve Mitchell is brought from England? I know that Adam won’t confide in her the secrets bet
