Chapter 31


    Ivy POV


    I had no memory of the rest of the trip,ing to the hotel, or being ced in this bed. I watched as the


    King spoke on the phone. I was busting and needed to pee. I wondered where the servant’s bathroom


    was when the King walked to the bar fridge beforeing over to me. He handed me a cold bottle of


    water. I ced it beside me, its coldness making the urge to pee ten times worse. The King watched me


    for a second and spoke to someone on the phone. He then hung up the phone and ced it on the


    bedside table.


    “What is wrong?” he asked as he turned back to face me.


    “Is there a servant’s bathroom? I really need to pee,” his eyebrows raised, and he pointed to the


    bathroom behind him.


    “Bathroom is right there. Why would you use a servant’s bathroom?”


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    “Because rice said that’s what the servants use,”


    “Ivy, you are not my servant,” I squirmed. I was about to pee on this bed if he kept talking especially


    knowing the bathroom was right there. What is it with bathrooms when you need to pee? The moment


    you notice one, the urge grows worse?


    “Go, I will bring you some towels in so you can shower. We can talk about itter,” he said, motioning to


    the bathroom with his hand. I hurried off, shutting the door behind me to relieve myself. After washing my


    hands, I went to walk out when the door opened, and King Kyson stepped into the bathroom, blocking


    me from exiting.


    “Where are you going?” he asked while looking down at me. He had towels in his hands.


    “Out so you can shower,” I told him as I tried to step around him. He stepped in my path.


    “Do you want to shower with me?” he asked, stepping so close I had to crane my neck to look up at him.


    He stared back at me.


    “You don’t have to, but you can if you want to,”


    “Do you want me to?” I asked him before I looked over my shoulder at the gigantic shower.


    “Or we could have a bath?” He chuckled, and my face heated, remembering thest time l bathed with


    him.


    “Shower is fine,” I blurted, and his brows furrowed. C**p, I upset him.


    “I didn’t mean to upset you,” I blurted foolishly; he cocked an eyebrow at me.


    “Why would you think you upset me?” Why does he ask so many questions?


    “Are you upset?” I asked, and heughed. My eyes widened. Did I say something funny? I don’t get why


    he isughing; what did I miss?


    “No, I am not upset. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Ivy, that is why I asked.


    You don’t have to shower with me unless you want to. The choice is yours,” The King said.


    Huh, what choices. Since when did rogues have choices. He waited to see what I would say, but I


    wanted to see how many options I really had.


    “I will have one after,” I tell him before swallowing at saying no to him. I waited for his wrath, but he just


    shrugged.


    “That’s fine. I will shower quickly then. Dinner will be here soon,” he tells me, and I nod before he steps


    aside, allowing me to pass him.


    I rushed out and expected him to shut the door, but he left it open. I heard the shower start and found


    myself looking around the room. I decided to get his clothes ready for him and rummaged through the


    two suitcases on the floor. Only when I opened the first one it was filled with women’s garments. I looked


    back at the door before shaking my head, closing it, and opening the other. I pulled his pajama pants out


    and ced them on his bed before finding him some socks.


    When I was done, I zipped up the bag before sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared around the room


    before ncing at the bathroom door. He really gave me a choice. I expected him tomand me to


    hop in there with him, but he didn’t. Yet the ache to go to him remained, and I wasn’t sure if it was nerves


    because I was waiting for him toe out and snap at me or if I actually wanted to shower with him.


    Steam came out of the bathroom along with his heady, exotic scent. I only understood how potent it was


    when I found myself next to the bathroom door. My mouth watered and I clutched the doorframe to


    refrain from stepping inside. Everything about this man called to me thrilled and excited me yet also


    terrified me.


    It was unnatural for someone like me to be affected and be almost obsessed with their master,


    regardless the ache to be near him remained no matter how much thought terrified me. One question


    lingered though, was he my master? He gave me a choice, yet denying him only made me needier of


    him.


    I hadn’t realized with the anxiety of him ordering me around how much I longed for him to do so just so I


    could be within his presence; it made no sense.


    “Ivy, are you okay?” the King asked, and my head snapped up only to find my body led me into the


    bathroom,pletely ignoring the rational part of me. If that was even rational any more. Whenever I


    thought anything to with the King, my body reacted like it knew before I did what it wanted.


    I nodded, and my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as they trailed over his hard muscr body,


    his body perfectly sculpted in all the right ces, his aura alluring, and I took a step toward him. I kind of


    wished he did that calling thingy he did. At least then I could exin away the weird feelings this man


    stirred within me.