Chapter Eighty-one: Malcolm Meets Lucien Again.

MALCOLM'S POV

I looked at the three fair asses on my bed waiting for me. A glass of wine in my hand, but I lost interest in touching it instantly.

I sat on a chair close to the bed and with a dry tone, I asked all the girls to go. They refused, pleading to at least warm my bed for the night but I don't fancy any of them anymore.

They even tried to seduce me. One rubbing her lips on mine, the other tugging on my trousers to pull them off. I did not react to any of it. Instead, anger lit my face as I wondered why they would not leave. Noticing my countenance, they pulled away from me and left the tent.

I sighed, stood up, and went to lie on the bed alone. Almost immediately someone returned to my tent. I heaved, so upset, I shouted.

“Get out of my tent you whore, have your ears been made for fancy? How many times will I state that I do not care for any of your disgusting stunts.”

“Wow, first time I see a man reject feminine love. Would you prefer boys instead?” Tristan said, clapping