REJECTED: Hired to Breed
"Spread your legs, little omega slut," he said to me.
"I am sorry, there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here."
"Who made those rules?" he asked, whirling the wine in his glass.
"The owner of this place," I replied, irritated by all the unnecessary questions.
"Who is the owner of this place?"
"Mr. Killian Cabello." I replied tersely. This man was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules to show me he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me.
"I usually do not give out my card to the likes of you but look at it."
I looked at the card and saw his name written boldly on it. He was the owner of this place. He made those rules and is willing to break them now? My eyes widened at the realization. I looked at him.
"You are Killian Cabello?"
He smirked devilishly. "Now, spread your legs, Omega."
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