THE PARTY ONE
(PRESENT DAY)
~ALEXANDER STONE~
She has been corresponding with my request for knowing her boundaries lately, and to be honest, I hated it. I had expected her to be rebellious, not obedient.
“What would you like to talk about, sir?” she spoke, pulling me back from my trance.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I said, running my fingers through my hair, my gaze fixed on her. Despite not putting in any effort, she looked effortlessly beautiful.
“Sir,” she called out again.
“I’m sorry, I have a lot on my mind lately,” I simply told her, but she beamed me a forced smile. “You have been obedient, Miss Wyett.”
She arched a brow at my statement, her blue eyes sparkling with confusion.
“Isn’t that what you wanted, sir, or am I missing something?” she asked.
“You always have something to
