Thirty Four

Calla's POV

As I entered my room, I immediately slammed the door shut and leaned on it, slid on my bum to the ground, panting heavily.

My cheeks still felt hot and flushed from the embarrassment I encountered back at Lucian's room.

How did I ever get there? That wasn't the case. The prime question was what happened yesterday that resulted to me being taken to Lucian's room.

Lucian was trying to say something, but my stubbornness had a better of me that I did not care to listen.

But I heard something, he said I told him not to leave me. Me? That's sounds ridiculous, how would I possibly do that?

As I got hold of myself, I stood up from where I sat and headed straight for the bathroom for a proper morning. I didn't need a maid to tell me that, well my armpits did.

And also I was to join Lucian for breakfast but the little devil on my shoulder tried luring me to defy his order as usual. I had that severe want to make him angry.

Since the maids weren't there to do the normal bath thing