Chapter Seven

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ACE POV

We went up the stairs and reached two large wooden doors with intricate designs engraved into them. Roxanne pressed a few buttons on the door and scanned her irises and handprint.

Damn, how much security did this room have?

Once the doors opened, we walked into the second floor.

holy mother fucking shit.

It was beautiful. The large room was filled with bookshelves on every wall, skylights on the high ceilings letting in the moonlight, clear glass windows looking out to the breathtaking view of the city.

A large bed against the wall, an open space in the middle of the room, a piano facing one of the large windows, and two glass French doors leading out to the balcony. Arcs of bookshelves passed through the hallway which leads into a sitting area. A velvet sofa and couches along with large windows and more bookshelves adorned a part of the room.

Two more wooden doors led to what could only be an ensuite and another set of doors led to a large walk-in closet.

  I understood why she didn't want anyone to live here, it was her safe place, it was also the only place in the mansion that looked like it was lived in.

Books laid open on the desk and pictures of people I didn't recognize were out on the side tables. This was who The Masked Phantom was.

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Roxanne turned around, taking a deep breath as if she was preparing herself and took off her mask

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Roxanne turned around, taking a deep breath as if she was preparing herself and took off her mask. Her gorgeous dark brown hair tumbled out in waves reaching the apex of her thighs, she turned around and my gaze snapped to hers, her plump lips thinned and her stunning chocolate brown eyes narrowed, the red specks in them shining in the moonlight.
I cleared my throat, as I realized I had been starting, and contorted my face to unimpressed. "Well?" She scoffed.

"What? Do you need my approval now too?" I taunted back, annoyed. Though the thought of her needing my praise...
I shook my head turning around so she wouldn't notice my hard-on, and took off my suit jacket rolling my sleeves up and draping my jacket over my arm to cover up my lower half.

Turning back around I saw her face morph into one of controlled anger, she walked to me stopping so there was only a little bit of space between us, "You will not touch anything at all in this room, the only thing you will do in here is sleep, use the bathroom and change your clothes. Touch nothing, not even the windows or the piano. Do not read any of the books without my permission or face the consequences. And you will be sleeping on the ground." She thought she could boss me around? Cute.

I stepped closer with a smirk on my face as she tensed, we were only a few feet away from each other, and I leaned in close "I will be sleeping on the same bed amore unless of course, you can't control yourself?" I challenged.

Roxanne stepped closer and grabbed my tie, wrapping it around her hand once and pulling me closer. "I can control myself perfectly well, it is you who I don't trust love." She wrapped her hand around the tie again pulling me even closer,
"You will follow my rules or get punished, little boy, but just to show you who's really in charge I'll let you sleep on the same bed as me, on separate sides. You will not so much as look at me, and you will stay on your side, understood?"

I nodded my head.

Wait for what.

She smirked leaning in to whisper in my ear "use your words, am I clear?"

I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing, "Yes Ma'am." I answered. Her smirk grew as she let go of my tie, turning around and smacking me in the face with her hair, she walked into the ensuite and shut the door.

Did we just- wait, hold up. What? We just submitted to her, like we're her bitch.

Shut up, I snapped at my subconscious.

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