Chapter 20. Hands off Me

Still Prince Harad's POV

Herod barely has his fist on the door before it swings open.

In front of us stands Taylor, wearing prudish pajamas and smiling so broadly that I almost burst out laughing. But as I look closer, I notice that the first buttons are undone, revealing much of her creamy breasts.

Nausea rises within me. This is a far cry from the pathetic victim of violence I brought here yesterday.

“Sir,” she greeted us as she fixed her eyes on me. Her lips held a sensual smile, and she pushed her breasts forward, which seemed to hold a promise. I scowled, what is this now?

But finally taking the time to look at the other visitor, she sees Herod and is puzzled by the resemblance. This was not new to us; Herod and I were often confronted with such reactions.

“Don't worry, I was the one you came into contact with last night,” I reassured her. “This is my brother, Herod. Actually, there is someone here who would like to speak with you."