Chapter 46 – The Next Successor
Frederik’s POV:
I stop caressing her legs, resting my hand on them, wandering my eyes on her.
Her robe is gone, and she’s dressed, in like a second, in her agent attire with her black leather pants, a black crop top, a leather jacket unzipped in front within her waist, and leather black gloves with cut fingers in her hands, and her hair is putting itself together in a messy bun, while she hasn’t moved, and still eating. And yes, she’s having guns on her. The only thing missing are her boots. She’s bare feet….
“Baby?” I search her gaze with mine while she’s shoving a bite from the chicken in her mouth.
“Yeah?”
“What happened? Why dressed like this?”
“Well….” She’s swallowing the food from her mouth, cutting for another on the plate. “I’m in full powers now after last night’s treatment. I can dress faster and not lose time on it.”
The fuck you’re going anywhere.
I’m chewing from my left cheek, with a narrowed stare at my baby, exploding inside.