13

Rosella

Walking behind him I saw his muscles flex beneath the black dress coat.

Lowkey wanna run my tongue over those yummy muscles and-

Oh shutup dirty Rose.

We ascended up the staircase. And walked into the secluded left wing. In the hallway I saw different picture frames of the family.

My eyes briefly scanned each one of them. In every picture Zéus had a blank face. Emotionless.

But one picture caught me off guard where he was standing with an elderly couple and Stella with them. He was smiling brightly. I could see a dimple on his left cheek.

Dimples on men are so fucking cute. I wanna poke it.

The hallway was quiet. Only the sound of clicking heels and shoes were heard.

We stopped infront of a massive black door. Twisting the door nob he went inside, followed by me.

His office had a black interior. As guessed. His obsession with black told it all.

Black couches, a huge black table rested in the center with a black leather chair behind. Books rested on the black shelf. A 100′ inch