Caspian

"Why are you staring?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you want to get fucked by me too."

Ava's eyes snapped up, and she immediately retorted, "I'm not staring." Her tone was sharp, and she quickly added, "I'm leaving. I shouldn't have even come here in the first place."

My expression turned stern, and I snapped back, a frown appearing on my face, "No, you're not leaving... Especially not like that."

I reached for my phone on the desk and dialed Clara. "I need a dress for my wife," I instructed.

Clara's voice was efficient on the other end of the line. "Yes, sir."

Twenty minutes later,...