POV: Milly West

It’s a beautiful morning around mid week, just seven days left before the son of the Duke returns. The Dukes son had strong resemblance with Stormie, he had a broad chest and his body lining was designed by the gods himself. He was just 10 years old when I was conceived and since then I grew fond of him and always wanted to feel his manhood on my palms.

“He was going to come around Kingstonville and I must take my chances in bedding him,” I thought to myself while sitting outside my chambers.

“Morning greeting ma'am,” Naya said, I had my mind on the Dukes son...