Kailani Zaine’s POV
Seven years later,
At the Desire Parlour, Lurds.
The capital city of the West Region,
The kingdom of Wahala...
“The girls are for you to see, not to touch, Marc. Learn the difference. If you as much as lay your hands on them without their consent again, I will ban you from the Desire Parlour. Do you understand?” I ask the middle-aged man still nursing his bruised jaw from the fist of my guard. He was at the care unit of my parlour. This was where those hurt during physical altercation came to get treated.
He nodded vigorously, “Yes mistress.”
I smiled at him. “Good.” my hand lifted to stroke his face, and I ran it over his jaw and down his neck, earning a thick moan from his throat. “That’s my good boy. Did you spend enough money tonight?” I asked, watching his e
