SHE WAS SPRAWLED ACROSS THE LENGTH OF THE COUCH, moonlight spilling into the lobby and over her lithe figure. She looked as she had years prior though there was still a noticeable contrast in her conduct; the previous childish mischief was gone and replaced by devious intentions, the naive demeanor of an ignorant teen honed into a confident and capable aura of a woman.
Balthazar prided himself in her change, though he was not able to witness her journey personally. Knowing he had no effect in her transformation somewhat dispelled the guilt and shame that haunted his consciousness.
Now, to be able to finally cling onto the sparse of flesh he previously could only admire through a screen exhilarated him. At this moment, there was nothing more tempting than to fall into his greed. He could simply pick her up, roll her into his cavity, and take her into his penthouse as he had done seven years ago.
She had not condemned him at that time, but would she now that she's grown up?
Was it her intention to visit one of his hotels? Had she come to seek him to fulfill her promise, or had she come instead to curse him for his previous misconduct?
The thought terrified Balthazar. He had waited six years for her to come back to him, like a dog without its owner yet still foolish enough to wear a leash.
In this regard, he truly was no different from a dog.
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Heaven Sent
RomansaAzalea is tired of gloating in her gold tower. Balthazar is too fucking old to be patient. And thus, the English immigrant slash multi-billionaire agrees to 'kidnap' the princess trapped in her fortress.
