Chapter 45 - You Bad Angel Baby…
Frederik's POV:
“Boss?” Randy is downstairs and I hand him the tray, walking to the kitchen to grab fresh food, cake, and orange juice for my baby love.
“Yeah?”
He’s following me.
“Is Madam okay?” He’s looking at the plates that they’re not touched.
“Yeah. Now she is.”
Sort of…. God…. I cannot regulate my breathing and my heart is a heavy metal beat…. Not to mention how fucking hot I am…. My bad, bad, bad baby….
I’m keeping myself normal outside, and with my signature cold attitude, but inside there are several hells playing the fucking Olympics in me….
“All windows shattered in a big explosion, boss. And then…the pieces of glass went back…and…like it didn’t happen…. We thought shooting was in place. But nothing the like had been seen.”
So it wasn’t only in the bathroom….
“And some flowers’ sweet scent was in the air…and still is a bit….” He’s sniffing. Ha-ha! “Don’t know…. Roses and…lilies? I’m not that good with flowers….”