The sound of static noise breaks the silence in the air.
My body tenses and my eyes fly open. I gaze into the crystal-clear blue pools that are staring back at me. It takes me a couple of seconds to recall where I am - the bedroom of a b**m club owner.
"It is only the intercom." Alexander points, and I follow his hand direction to the two circular metal plate recessed in the ceiling.
He cradles me gently to his chest, kissing the top of my head.
"Master Alex," the sound of a man's voice resonates in the surrounding air.
"Who is that?" I ask, sniffling a yawn.
It had been a while since I had fallen into such a deep sleep. Usually, every little sound woke me up.
"What is it, Master Mathis? I am busy at the moment." Alexandre doesn't even bother to hide the agitation in his voice.
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