Joaquin sighed and went to sit on the grand armchair.
“Imposing that dominance turns me on, honestly. But…” he trailed and looked at her.
“After your twenty questions, you will be my obedient Queen,” he said as he grabbed his wine glass and sipped its contents.
“Fvck you,” Shanaia hissed.
Joaquin looked at her and smirked.
“Oh, I will… soon. You have no idea how much I miss you under me,” he teased her but Shanaia just rolled her eyes and mumbled.
“Pervert,”
Joaquin snorted, amused by her annoyed reaction, but then he frowned when he noticed the plain dress that Shanaia was wearing.
“Why are you wearing that rag? I specifically told them to give you top-notch dresses,” he complained and Shanaia gave him a deadpan look.
“The top-notch dresses you said mostly don’t leave anything fo
