Lycan King Zev.
“What you don't know is that I insist…” I said to her, ignoring her trembling fingers that she kept rubbing on her dress. I understood her fear, because only Geralt stands against me and doesn't care that I am higher than him. “I will wait until you get dressed, and I'll just take an hour of your time. You aren't at work today, so you shouldn't be refusing this much.”
She ran her tongue across her lips and finally nodded after so much dragging. “Please hang on,” she said and entered the apartment.
I sat back on the seat she had offered me the moment she saw me, while patiently waiting for her. This was one thing I hadn't done before, but who cared? I had that attraction towards her and shouldn't hold back when I could get whatever I wanted.
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