Chapter 114

Alaric’s POV

That was the sound the bottle made when it came in contact with the desk, right by his fingers. 

“Shit,” he cursed in fear, starting to move his hand.

“Don’t fucking move those hands,” I gritted out. My gaze shifted to the dent on my desk.

There was no damage to the bottle. Just my desk.

Fucking hell. I loved this desk. I had plans of bringing Meadow here, bending her over and fucking her from behind.

But maybe… maybe this wasn’t so bad. I’d have a new one made. And we would christen that one. This bastard already ruined it with his fucking shoes anyway.

“You were only trying to—”

“To what? Impress me?” I scoffed. “You’ve been trying a little too hard lately, Cross. Haven’t you?”

He blinked twice, looking to the side as if there was someone there who could help him. Save him.

“I t-thought… I thought it was cleared. The confirmation came through.”

He was avoiding my eyes—a clear sign