Chapter 47

What the fuck am I doing, he suddenly thought. He quickly let go of her and she fell to the ground with a heavy “thud’.

“Oww.” Her voice was almost a whisper. She rubbed the back of her head in pain and stared up at him with a look that was not hard to discern. Pure hate. 

“I don’t need your help with my top anymore. Go and get my meal.” He said indifferently.

“MOVE IT BITCH!!!” he yelled when she lay immobile. She slowly got up and walked away. The nerve on this bitch, he was going to teach her a lesson.

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Night came and his land was filled with the lovely symphony of a million-night critters. Joseph stood by his pool with a glass of evening wine as he watched the beautiful artwork of fireflies on his land. The image of Felicity walking down the stairs sent another ripple of pleasure down his groin and fought with the fabric of his nightwear. He gulped the remaining contents of his glass and looked down at his watch. It was already midnight. It was