Beautiful temptation |18+

SIX

WILLIAM

I released a frustrated sigh, the sound gruff and annoyed, my nails tapping an impatient rhythm against the wooden table as I struggled to contain my mounting irritation. My gaze flicked to my watch, a scowl forming as I grunted at the time displayed.

They're late. Again.

I look up at the young man standing in the corner of the room, his hands gripping tight together and his face staring straight forward.

He was avoiding looking at me, but I wasn't oblivious to the side glares he had been giving me since I entered.

My eyes landed on the collar around his neck, barely visible in the dimness of the room, but the hug S was on the front.

The ownership collar.

I often find myself wondering how he ended up in this position, forced to serve Silvarious for the rest of his life. But knowing that son of a bitch, I don't think I want to know how he ended up here, and unfortunately, I had an idea what that sick bastard is doing to him.

"Where are they?" I didn't mean for my voice to come out so harshly, but at this point, I'm ready to take my business elsewhere.

I've never been patient, especially to this extent of disrespect. Silvarious knows how to push my button and test my patience to the absolute limit that it can go just to see me snap. But I won't give him that satisfaction.

Mostly because if I did, he wouldn't be living and I would start a war that I cannot deal with right now.

"Apologies for Master's lateness, sir; there was an issue, but Master will be here soon." The shiver in his voice didn't skip past me.

With a grumble, I leaned back in my chair, my mind plotting all the ways I could dismember that bastard.

As my mind started to wonder, it found its way to her.

When I saw her at the bar, she was as beautiful as the day that Mike threw his hand over my shoulder, pushed his phone to my face to show me a picture of her, and begged me to give her a job in my company.

Mike has always been so self-absorbed and selfish for as long as I can remember, but I am to blame. I followed his father in spoiling him silly, and now he has grown to be so annoying and entitled.

And also insecure, as evident when he begged me to give Sabrina a job in my company because he was afraid that other men would take advantage of her.

I didn't blame him, though. When I saw her picture, I had to stop myself from drooling.

I agreed, but mostly because I was intrigued by her.

And the first time I saw her, I physically had to reframe myself from taking her as mine.

Her rosy skin glinted in the sun as she smiled, her green eyes sparking as he shook hands with the general manager, her freckles standing out on her skin like tiny black diamonds, shining.

Her picture did not do her the justice she deserves; it didn't express her beauty in a way that would make any man stop dead in his heels to worship her.