Worried

Lord Frederick’s POV

A victorious grin spread across my face as I left her and returned to my room. Entering my room, I lowered my eyes to my erect dick and sighed. I wished to bury myself inside her, but it was a punishment I wanted to give her and not fuck her. I wanted her to crave me, and I was sure I did it well.

The ringing of my phone got my attention, and I noticed that it was one of my spies calling. After picking up the call, I placed it in my ear.

“Go on,” I urged.

“Sir, Clifford has left the country,” the spy at the other end of the phone said, and I flared up. “Left the country? How is that possible?” I asked, already fuming with anger. Letting Clifford leave the country was a silly mistake ; I could easily bring him down here.

“Apologies, sir; we didn’t know how it happened.

“Seriously!” I spat with anger. “What country is he in now?” The line was quiet for a moment, which raised my suspicion. “What happened?” I demanded, already knowing something was up.

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