ALARIC POV
She was still shaken after last night's events, but that was fine. It was expected, really. I hadn't exactly gone easy on her. But she'd get used to it soon enough. I saw the way she came undone, her body betraying her resistance. She loved every second, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
Shoving those thoughts aside with effort, I grabbed my files and phone, heading downstairs. "Good morning, Mum." I greeted my stepmother as I reached the dining room.
"Good morning, Alaric." She eyed me over her coffee mug, her ever-critical gaze softening for a moment. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a dream." My smirk returned, though she wouldn't know the reason. "And you?" I placed the phone and the files I had in hand on the table, looking around. Where was she?
"Well enough, hun." She glanced around the room, her brow furrowing slightly. "Where's Jasmine? Is this how you let her laze about in the mornings?"
