MARCUS’ POV
Giving my jacket a final tug, I stared at my reflection in the mirror then nodded to myself. I was ready and good to go.
I gave my wristwatch a quick glance in anticipation of Eleanor. All things being equal, her dress must have been sent to her hours ago so she was to be ready too.
Her dress.
I smirked at the thought. She had gotten on my nerves by disrespecting me and just as promised, my little way of punishing her was by getting her dress in a smaller size.
I could imagine the shock on her face when she received the dress. The discomfort she was going to feel putting it on and since she had no other choice, she was simply going to have to endure it.
With a final nod, I turned to leave my room. Again, she was disobeying my words as I had asked her to come to my room
