HE’S MY FATED MATE.
I don’t know why I still have the picture but one thing is for certain, it is still because of her.
Grabbing the picture, I slam it on the table before making a gesture of the raven on the window and in no time, the door creakes open and Ayita enters.
“Master” she bows, “you sent for me”
“Strip” I order and her forehead creases into a slight frown.
“Master I…,.”
“I said strip, Ayita” this time I stand up and walk up to her, my hand cupping her neck in the process, “aren’t you excited that a man like me fucks you? Didn’t you want everyone to know?”