CHAPTER 93: KNEEL

The insides of a typical room in the men’s quarters is much bigger than I had ever imagined it would be.

Spacious and well furnished.

Not as big as mine or any of the concubines are but big enough to fit in as much property as they would need.

My eyes move over the brick red paintings of the wall and countless weapons and gym equipment lying around in the most unlikely places, and then the potent smell of sweaty man wafting in the air.

I take it he doesn’t have much women coming around him and not just because of his personality.

He jumps onto the bed with that disgusting smirk.

“Go on, make yourself comfortable.” He adds, tapping on the spot right beside him.

I force a smile, dropping on the nearest chair next to me and nowhere on the spot that he’s suggesting I sit on.

“Okay, you got me here, cut to it and tell me what you want from me.” I begin, cutting to the chase.

“Relax, why the rush?”

“Why the rush?”

Of course, he has the nerve to say that when he’s doing the blackmailing.

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