"William, are you up? I need to talk to you about something." Grace trudged up the stairs to the third floor, her reluctance evident in every step. Each trip here seemed to end in either a heated argument or an all-out battle with this man.
She stood outside the bedroom door, fully aware that the conversation ahead was likely to be a disaster. She kept her distance, bracing herself for the storm she knew was coming.
After what felt like an eternity, footsteps approached, and the door creaked open. "What is it?" There William stood, clad in nothing but a thin, dark custom-tailored shirt. The collar hung loosely, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone. His long, straight legs framed the cold, metallic gleam of his belt buckle.
"I heard you sent Allen to that Lucas kindergarten. Can A
