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The armrest of the chair had metal string rung from it to the ceiling and looked like a giant harp on both sides. Melody looked just as confused as Tulip when she saw the new contraption that's supposed to be her chair, "Why is it like this?" She asked with her head tilted. The sphere covered the bottom, back, sides, and top of the chair leaving on the front open and that had a glass there for her to see through. Xasha said nothing but launched an attack on the chair. It didn't even leave a scratch. "This thing will protect you during fights, it can do everything you old chair can do but more, it's way faster, and with its aerodynamic design you can travel at the speed of sound in this and f

Taking a closer look, those dragon balls were luminous pearls. Zachariah noticed Severin was being quiet and discovered Severin was looking at his mahogany chair. He chuckled. "Hoho. What do you think? This chair is called Double Dragon Throne Chair. My brother shipped it back to me from overseas. He said it belonged to a king in the old times. Haha. I think no one else could have a similar chair in this city!" He paused and corrected himself. "No! I don't think you can find another one in the entire country!"

Then he motioned toward the chair across from his desk. I forced myself to stand. Every joint in my body protested, cracking like I'd aged twenty years in the past hour. My bones felt tired. My whole body felt tired. I walked over to the chair and lowered myself into it. The chair was a deep charcoal gray, with soft leather that hugged my back as if it were made for someone important. I sank into it and felt even smaller than before. I couldn't look at him, at the eye that was too beautiful to belong to a man who showed no emotion. So I looked around instead.

Lila asked him, finally turning around, his entire body moving all at once. “No. Did you buy that fucking spinny chair?” Kai demanded, as soon as he got to the counter and looked over the side. “Yes! Happy birthday!” Lila cheered, jumping off of her newly placed seat. The swivel chair that had finally arrived that afternoon and had a giant picture of Batman’s face on the seat. The metal central support of it was covered in Marvel stickers, with the base of the chair having the Avengers printed all around it.

Their wristwatches, sleek and expensive, glittered under the lights, clear indicators of fat salaries and well-fed bank accounts. The very instant I stepped fully into the room, after glancing at the faces before me, my attention was drawn to a particular empty chair at the far end of the table. It wasn’t just vacant. It stood out. It was the most decorated chair in the room. Intrigued, I squinted at the gold-lettered inscription carefully etched into the headrest of the chair. The words shimmered under the lights as I read them silently. “The Chairman.” A smirk tugged at my lips. So, this was my seat.

Charlotte gritted out through clenched teeth. “Thank you! As the chairman of the board, I now officially declare that you are dismissed from your post as the CEO of Wilson Group. You can get out of now.” He declared condescendingly, an air of superiority surrounding him. Having expected such an announcement, Charlotte nodded shortly and left the company without any objection. **** Once Charlotte was left, Adam entered the office of the chairman of Wilson Group and sat on the new high-back leather chair, sighing with satisfaction. The chair was customized in England. It was said that this chair was the same model as the Queen. It was very comfortable.

Right next to his large bed sat a particular chair. I wasn't naive. I knew exactly what that chair was; it was all over the internet. It was a tantra chair. Good grief. My face turned beet red. I hadn't seen this chair the last time I was in his room. Heaven help me, my man was truly a pervert. He could actually go this far. He definitely had plans for me, which is why he bought that chair. If I hadn't seen it today, I wouldn't have known what kind of trap I was walking into.

CHAPTER 22 REVES AND MAE rushed to His Majesty who was sitting on the wooden chair while Zelia is sitting on the Emperor's lap while her face is buried on his neck while her arms was on His Majesty's neck, as her hand extend to his back where there is a lot of scratches and also blood.

Mafia Emperor's wife. I didn't want to endure his wrath. I applied light pink lipstick. Taking one last look at me, I fastened my strides and reached the dining room. He was on his usual seat. Why was he so handsome? I love the two small cuts on his eyebrow. He was looking like some goddess. His eyes were fixed on his laptop and he was typing something on it, maybe checking his mail.

There was no mockery in his tone but held some pride. They had brought me into an office. It looked sterile and lacked any type of personality at all. I bet that some splashes of color would perk it right up. I took a seat on the chair furthest away from them. God, this chair was arguably the most comfortable thing that I had ever sat my ass on. People could have foodgasms and soundgasms. I swore that chairgasms were now a thing They both sat down on the loveseat. Did they have a chairgasm too? It would be too damn bad if they missed out. It could’ve rocked their world.