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Regrets, Regrets

DARIUS POV

Darius paced restlessly around the room, his hands on his waist as he waited for Lady Delilah’s arrival.

He needed to clear the air, and he needed to know what training Brielle had received that had her underperforming.

He didn't care that it was late; the mansion was still buzzing, and he knew Delilah would also be awake.

Furthermore, whenever he had sessions with new submissives, Delilah would always stay at the mansion because she would check on them afterward to see if they had done well.

But tonight would be different because he was filled with rage that he couldn't even describe.

The images of Eve kept flashing through his mind, only to be replaced by Brielle repeatedly, and it disgusted him.

Her moans and sobs rang in his ears, and the sight of her trembling naked figure on his bed made him curse aloud.

“Fuck!”

As he continued to pace his chambers, he twisted his neck and cracked his knuckles.

He had put on his trousers after the embarrassing moment, his hard
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