“Sometimes, brats need a little handling,” she smirked, and I glared at her ass. “Sweet Angel.” I froze and pressed my lips together in a tight smile. “Come to your Master,” Ian’s dominant voice rolled over my skin like a smooth satin. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? If he thought, just because this was some kind of meeting, that apparently, I was supposed to attend, that it meant I’d forgot about the ghosting shit. He was wrong.
