( At the same time)
The sharp click clack of stiletto heels echoed through the Kingston mansion’s marble halls as Beatrice strode past the gawking staff, her blood red lips curled in a smirk.
Of course she knew every door and corridor of that place by heart. But she didn't come there by herself… at least not in the dead of the night. Not even when she was with Axel.
She didn’t bother knocking…just shoved open the door to Charles’s study with a manicured hand and sauntered in like she owned the place.
“You called, Daddy?” she purred, leaning against his desk, her skirt riding up her thighs. “What's up?”
Charles didn’t look up from his paperwork. “Sit down, Beatrice.”
“Make me.”
That got his attention.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze, raking it over her…the plunging neckline of her blo
