Mr. Dee Is Dymion

POV: Ameera

“Who could that be, are you expecting someone?” I asked him. But he did not respond to my question. He is acting strange as if he is expecting people, or maybe the smile on his face is just excitement because he never wanted to screw me and now we were stopped before he could get down to it.

“Get dressed, beautiful. Let’s go and welcome our visitors,” he let out excitedly, handing me a towel to wrap around my chest. I was hoping he would just go and check who was at the door and maybe send them away so we could continue with our business. But he is asking me to follow him there with only a flimsy towel wrapped around my chest. If I wasn’t suspicious before, now I am and to be honest, it has nothing to do with the fact that he is not acting normal right now.

He is not just acting weird, his scent and aura are beginning to change and it scares the shit out of me. When I sniffed the air around him, I was so shocked by his scent that I almost choked on it. It was the same sc