Chapter 82 Not Your Plaything

(Sebastian’s POV)

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I woke up on her bed assuming she was next to me. But my hand that was searching for her body felt an empty space. Opening my sleepy eyes, I frowned.

“Akira?” I whispered her name, thinking that she would be close-by. Perhaps she was in the showers.

I called her name again, louder from before, “Akira!”

But there was no answer. Damn it!

Sliding my body to the side, I got up from the bed not at all cared that I was without any clothes on. I walked to the bathroom hoping she was there. Along the way, I was stepping on our clothes scattered on the floor.

The room was messy, and I did not like it to be that way. I was the type of man who liked clean and neat space around me. Cleanliness was important and I had Mary to do that job.

Groaning in anger, I walked faster towards the bathroom and kicked the door open. “Akira!”

Where the f*ck was she?

I then grabbed a pair of trousers to wear them, almost tripping on the floor. Exited her room in haste, I skipped a step of the