Ella's POV

"Who is that?" The count growled as he raised his head up from my neck.

"It's Peter, my lord." The butler said. "The door man says you have a guest."

"I'm busy." Ronald replied, looking at me with eyes shining with breath.

I held my breath, hoping he would have to leave.

"I told him but it seems the guest is important. He wouldn't have come up here to tell me of his presence if it wasn't important at this time of the night." Peter explained.

Ronald growled, running his hand through his hair in exasperation. "Who the fuck has the wrong timing ever?"

"It's the bureau leader."...