The death of Sir Davion

DAVION

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I arrived at my bedroom and carefully took off all my clothes. I proceeded to listen to my shoes and discarded it. When I was done, I settled for a pair of shorts and a white tank top and after sliding my feet into a pair of flip-flops at the corner, I grabbed the first aid kit from my drawer and made my way downstairs towards Olivia.

I found her roaming about the sitting room. She looked quite shocked and fascinated as her fingers grazed through the pictures and paintings on the wall. I wouldn't blame her though my house was ranked one of the biggest houses in the States. From where I stood I can see how invested she was in trying to figure out a thing or two for herself.

She was the first woman I have ever brought to my home. I wasn't the type to flirt and joke around with women but I don't know why I am taking a strange liking to her in the first place.

Just watching her filled me with all sorts of emotions all at once. My only wish was that she would learn to see me diffe