Kimberly
“Don’t call me master, Kimberly. Just say my name.”
Did Kendrick just say that? Well, Looks like he was in a good mood.
This was my chance.
I had been waiting for the perfect moment, and now, it was here.
Kendrick’s newfound softness, his affection, whether real or calculated was something I could use to my advantage.
I took a deep breath, bracing myself. This conversation could go one of two ways: either he would listen, or he would shut me down the way he had before.
I had to be careful.
I followed him to his study, his back turned to me as he picked some documents to work on.
The evening sun cast a golden glow through the windows, highlighting his sharp features. He looked deep in thought, but I couldn’t let that stop me.
I stepped forward, my heart pounding. “Kend
