Bite me, King...

“King... listen to me first. I wasn't doubting your ability but logically speaking, it will be difficult... even I will need about one week to gather evidence.”

Her words did nothing to improve his mood, instead, his face flushed with anger as he gritted his teeth. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over and spank her butt. He's been doing every possible thing to please her and she's here doubting him?

When Ivy saw him take a menacing step towards her, she shuffled back - her mind working quickly to find a way to placate him. As she took a closer look at him, she realized something was wrong with him. In a rare sense, he shouldn't be upset about something like this, should he? Then why does he look like he's starting to lose his composure...

Upon realising what that was, her eyes lit up as she immediately changed her tactics, and slowly raised the side of her gown making it look like a slit. Though the gown King had put on her earlier covered her body, she still looked good in