Andria's POV
I walked in quietly, my eyes meeting his.
He was calm, flashing me an evil grin. "Aria, how…" He turned his head in the air, as if he was trying to figure out the most suitable word to complete the sentence.
"How famous you have become," he said, clapping his hands.
"Have a seat, we have important things to discuss."
Of course, there's always something important to discuss with Sir Kaelric. Oh, I forgot, the fight between Liara and Jackson was still undecided.
I took a seat quietly in front of him, my heart beating fast. I could remember his strong hands around my hips, how his hands caressed my thighs, his lips against my bare skin.
He played with the pen in between his fingers, and it only reminded me of his fingers inside my pussy.
The room was too quiet, just him staring deep into my soul, and I matching his gaze. I wouldn't want him to know what his gaze did to me.
