“What did I say about that attitude, wild one?”
You battle his emperor-like tone with a stubborn gaze you carried throughout your life. You did what you had to do to keep your company. Since the day your sister's late husband barged into your life and announced he had bought your company from every sponsor that represented you, it was like a wrecking ball dutifully completed his mission.
Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go against the fair warning this king-like man gave you on the day of your nephew's wedding when you came out of the shadows you hid behind for eleven years. Now you were stuck listening to every single command he asked of you in order to receive all the property of your company back from him, for now..all you had to do was to wait out the contract. How long could a year even take?
Sitting back in his throne, Julian Sinclair owns everything he set his eyes on, including you. Refusing to let your tone go unpunished, his stoic expression remains as he pats his lap. “Come here before I decide to inflict a worse punishment.”
Was this really alright to do? He was your dead sister's husband, that had to be some sort of travesty that would degrade her grave. Not to mention the age gap between the two of you…Seventeen full years. The wise predator eyes of a hauntingly beautiful forty four king, and the twenty seven year old self-willed soul who had decided to no longer feed into the whispers from her demons and start anew. Do you comply with his request, wild one?
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