"Jenny!" He ordered through the phone with a different and harsh tone, and I recognised the name. It was the cook. Why was he calling for her?

He dropped the phone back on the table as he wore his cufflinks while staring at me with a cocky type of eye.

"What are you up to?" I asked when I realised his stare was getting intense and was definitely not pure. There was definitely something going on in his mind.

"Nothing," he responded, and reached for his drawer as he pulled out a handcuff that ...