Bound To The Billionaire
Alex entered, and the door opened, but he was immediately recoiling from the sight in front of him.
Blood.
The viscous fluid was all over the floor, with a trail leading to the door. Alex could only plug his nose to avoid the stench.
He hunched over, hacking, trying to keep his food at bay, but it was proving difficult.
He couldn’t stand the sight of blood; he could manage to get his blood drawn or maybe see blood from a little injury.
But not when it was all over the floor, in large quantities, staining the marble.
Alex blocked his nose as he walked past it towards her bedroom, picking up what he had been asked to, and he made to go, but the sight of blood was stopping him.
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