"Why are you so eager to get into my bed?" he asked as he led the way, his hands tucked loosely into his pockets, blood still trickling lazily from the open wound at his side.
*He's still got that annoying...*
"Why don't you ever say s**t like this when your men are actually watching?" I shot back, watching his dark shoulders shift ahead of me.
Maybe I should start videoing him in these moments and sending the footage to his inner circle as a souvenir, just so they know the exact kind of i***t they're letting lead them.
He punched a code into the key pad, and the heavy double doors clicked unlocked.
We passed through a ridiculously elaborate security sweep, scanners humming, locks disengaging in heavy sequence before the doors finally yielded, opening into his massive, dimly lit livi
