The enthusiasm to kill!

The next morning is softening, the fluffy breezes blew softly into the beguiling room as they rested their delicacy on the entrancing face spreading on the king-sized bed.

As if they were not appreciated by the receiver —King Spencer riffled his eyes open like a book.

The stunning sunlight smashes his ocean blue eyes which were adorned with specks of gold as they gleam extraordinarily.

Slowly, he sat upon his butt, positioning his back on the headboard with a steeled face. He made no further movement as his disoriented mind jogged many miles in one second while he speculated on what occurred last night.

King Spencer felt inwardly strange, he knew something was inaccurate. He knew something unusual transpired last night but he couldn't grasp what it was.

Regardless, solely one person could tell what it was —Zachary.

Sailing out of the bed, his silver hair flopped over his left eye. Lending him an alluring but perilous appearance, he promptly leans down to his nightstand to grab hi