JESSICA'S POV
It was eight p.m Kane knocked on the door. He wore a deep frown on his face when I pushed the door open.
“Is there a problem?” I questioned as I dragged my feet against the marble tile. I was—had already dressed up waiting for him to come take me to see the King.
It was one hell of a dress up for me considering the fact that I really don't want to see the King.
“I'm sure you're ready to go and see him now,” his tone denoted that he wasn't seeking my opinion.
I swallowed hard and balled my hands into a fist. “I've been ready since four,” I reiterated as he pursued me with so much carnality in his eyes.
He grunted and didn't say a word. “Let me get dressed,” he replied and didn't wait for an answer from me before he went into his closet. Few minutes later, he walked into
