Frustrated.

William wasn’t in the best of moods right this moment. His cheek aching so fucking much from the slap his mother had just given him in her rampage that was as constant as the Northern Star.

Paying little attention to the person that came in just seconds after, he straightened himself up, catching a glimpse of his reflection on the reflective windows.

Good, he didn’t look too disturbed.

“Good morning.” He barked out after the silence stretched out for too damn long. Raising his gaze, he appraised the woman in front of him, only to stop short.

Red hair.

His mind stuttered.

She looked so damn familiar. This time, William remembered where he had seen this vixen of a woman before.

In that restaurant with that guy. She had been the only interesting thing there and pity, she had been clearly bored out of her mind.

Her gaze was magnetic, but so filled with shock that he had to wonder if there was something on his face.

His eyes flickered over her body.

Why was she wearing such a tight dress?