Chapter 57
Victor's voice was all they needed to detangle that sickening web, and as luck may have it, the man wasn't in the mood to instigate, dig deeper, or get suspicious about the disaster that was before him.
He didn't even read much into it; there was too much on his mind already, and now was really not the time.
"Nothing, sir," Sebastian replied, placing his hand over the erection that betrayed his reply and composure. Shame clawed at him—hot, raw, humiliating. He felt like disappearing. The thought that Kairen had felt his arousal right against his own body was maddening, sickening. His skin prickled with disgust. He had to control himself from cringing into shambles.
"Is your P.A. not here already?" Victor's voice echoed, stern and clipped, more a reminder than a question. His shoes clicked against the marble as he advanced toward the dining room.
