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#####Chapter 72
Anna
We briskly walked out of there but I couldn't help but feel like something or someone was watching us.
On my way back to the mansion, I received a text from Viktor
"I'm sorry, Angel. We might need to reschedule. I promise next week, I'll make it worth your while,"
"Shit," I cursed under my breath.
There went my plans for tonight.
I sighed, leaning back into the chair.
The day had been so fucked up.
Images of
I just wanted to be in Duncan's arms right now.
It was a stupid thought but that's all I wanted.
As soon as I got to the mansion, I found a bunch of men gathered around the fountain talking in hushed tones.
I walked towards them, trying to hear them.
"She is going crazy. If something isn't done..."
"...Rouge,"
"She should have remained..."
Silence suddenly fell and all 6 pairs of eyes turned to look at me.
"Hey guys."
No answer. No surprise there.
"What's going on?" I asked, smiling with all the energy I could muster.
"Nothin," they shook their heads.
"Okay," I nodded and stood staring at them awkwardly for a while before turning around and walking towards the entrance of the main house.
As soon as I entered, I was met with a thick tension hanging in the air, the scent of whiskey and cigar mole lingered, and I could hear the low murmur of voices coming from Duncan's office. Something was off.
I stepped further inside, my boots clicking softly against the ground and a few guards stood at the corners of the hallway, eyes trained on me like they were expecting me to do something. Or stop something.
Pushing the uneasy feeling aside, I made my way to the grand staircase, but just as I placed my foot on the first step, a piercing scream echoed through the mansion.
I froze. My pulse spiked.
The scream wasn't one of pain. It was pure rage.
A door slammed, followed by heavy footsteps stomping down the hallway. Before I could react I saw Sabrina marching towards me, eyes filled with anger.
She was angry, angrier than I had ever seen her.
The memories of earlier today immediately came back. She and Duncan had been in each other's embrace both naked.
Suddenly, I didn't feel like being cuddled by Duncan anymore.
In fact I felt disgusted.
"You better count your days here," she pointed at me before elbowing her way past me.
I watched her leave, wondering what I had done now.
She'd literally fucked Duncan.
Just then, Duncan appeared, his eyes meeting mine.
I glared at him and as he walked towards me, I turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
I needed water and wanted nothing to do with him.
I plucked a bottle of water from the fridge and began to walk out but was blocked by Duncan.
"Good evening, boss. Can I help you?"
"Boss?" He questioned, his gaze narrowed.
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
I asked, my voice cold.
"Why are you talking like that?"
He rushed, stepping forward. I stepped backwards.
"Like what?"
"Like you hate my guys," he answered.
"I don't know why you are talking about, Sir. If you'd excuse me, I have to..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Duncan grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me.
I pushed him away immediately but he didn't budge. I melted into his touch, kissing him back with equal heat and desire.
"Hmmm," I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth and sucked in my tongue.
He broke the kiss, panting as he stared into my eyes.
He tilted his head in question. "Why are you being cold?"
"I'm not being cold and stop kissing me. It's highly inappropriate, Sir,"
"Sir? Hmmm, I like it. Call me that when I have you on app fours, fucking your brains out.
"No!" I glared even though his words had sent my body into a state of frenzy.
He raised a brow at me.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to do this anymore,"
"Do what?" He asked, stepping towards me, kissing my neck again.
"Duncan, please," I moaned breathlessly.
"Please what, mmm?" He asked, his hands finding my ass and squeezing her had,. pressing my body against his hard on.
"Please stop," I breathed, leaving the feeling of his hands manhandling my ass and my balling pressed against his very visible arousal.
An image of him and Sabrina in bed fucking appeared in my mind and I felt like puking.
I managed all the strength I could muster and pushed him away.
He didn't come any closer, just stared at me.
"Don't look at me like that. You are the problem here," I blurted out,
"What?"
"I'm not going to be your sex toy tonight. Sabrina can fill in like she did this morning,"
I immediately regretted my words.
I couldn't do that. I still needed access to his room.
The sound of Duncan laughing took me out of my reverie.
"What's so funny?"
I glared.
He took a step toward, his eyes dancing with mischief and amusement in his eyes.
"You are hot when you are jealous," he chuckled.
I stepped back again as he tried to touch me but he was relentless, walking towards me as I walked backwards.
My back hit the kitchen counter and Duncan was on me, pressing his body against mine.
"You can't run from me, Anna. You are mine," he said before capturing my lips in a hot searing kiss.
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