Filthy Woman

Currently, Arion, Reynard, and Felix were in their office on the 19th floor, sitting across from each other. The atmosphere was tense and awkward.

"I'm serious about Emily!" Arion declared firmly.

Reynard clenched his fists tightly. "Why now, Yon?! And you know I've liked Emily for a long time!"

Arion met Reynard's gaze sharply. "And you know very well who I've loved all this time!" the blue-hazel-eyed man retorted heatedly.

"From now on, I won't hold back, Rey!" Arion continued, unwilling to extend the conversation.

Reynard glared at Arion. "Aren't you being selfish, Yon? You have a public relationship with Tasha. How will people view Emily? Do you think those after you will just stand by?"

Arion snorted. "I've been a fool and a coward these past few days! My indecisiveness hurt Emily."

"And what should I be afraid of, Rey? If they come after me, do you think I'll just sit back? You know the answer. I'll retaliate tenfold if they mess with my people!"

"And I don't think you and Felix