KEITH
She seductively walked over to me and closed the distance between us to inches. My feet took a step back.
A smile glinted on her lips.
“Wine or whiskey?”
My gaze fell on the table beside me.
“Whiskey.” I answered.
She turned to the table, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and poured a glass.
“Take a seat.” Her voice was soft as a feather.
I pulled a chair and perched on it. She passed me the whiskey and sat before me on a different chair.
Her vicious gaze looked into mine.
“What's your future plan?” She lifted one leg over another and reclined on her chair.
“The throne.” My words replied.
Her dark red lips took a sip of her red wine.
“I'm not interested in that. Let's talk about marriage.”
I could feel her eyes undressing me.
“Celia's my wife!” My voice was bolder.
“Wife
