James swore. He got up and sat next to Kirra while she adjusted her shoulder straps. “Sorry! Why the f**k don’t werewolves care for anyone’s privacy here? I am so tired of people just barging into my room! How does that slut Hazel get into my room when I lock it before going to bed?” James was agitated.
He wasn’t very bothered with what Noah saw but he was pissed at Hazel. She had sauntered in wearing a nothing but a formal version of a negligee. He would never want any of his office staff in such a slutty outfit. On top of that, he had just lost control and declared his love to Kirra. This was not the right time. He should have waited; but seeing her moaning under him had done something to him. He couldn’t stop himself before blurting out the three most important words of his emotional b
