Chapter 43

43

Armando’s P.O.V

I was leaning back by supporting my legs on desk, my eyes were stoned to the windows while I was mentally unavailable to the pool view. I had phone on my ear and just by then, The line connected and a man decided to speak up,

“Hello… master, I was waiting for your call,” stated the person in British accent across the line with a hinge of taunt, it was him who I foolishly trusted for the first time under my leadership. Somehow, the realization made my lips curve faintly,

“Still remember me as your master?” I sneered with whole hold of my hatred oozing out of my words. He had balls to mouth off with me knowing he betrayed me and stole my lover just to make my suffer, motherfucker played with fire

“Of course, I do, master. Why wouldn’t I? Afterall, I was your saviour not for once, twice but thrice for a reason,” again his fucking taunting tone provoked me to hype up,

“And you’ve been awarded for it--- maybe a little too much. I’m glad you remembered me as your master b