Chapter 7

Quinlan

I stood outside my father's office, adjusting my hardness behind my zipper. Ronika's perfect body had left me thirsty for more. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she had the most perfect bubble ass I had ever seen. It took everything not to fuck her into the mattress the moment I pulled the towel off her. My cock twitched, making me swear under my breath. The last thing I wanted was to get attached to her when I was days away from choosing my mate. Shaking my head to push the thoughts away, I pushed the door open without knocking.

"Finally, you have decided to come see your old man," my father stated in a bored tone without looking up from the file he had on the desk.

"I was busy," I simply stated, sitting on the seat opposite his desk.

"Getting your servant girl settled?" He raised his eyebrow, writing something on the file before he closed it and leaned back in his chair.

"Does it make you happy?" I stared at him, ignoring his question.

"What?" he asked, fishing out what I