KINGSLEY'S POV
"Charlotte Kingsley, what are you doing in my house?" Queensley asked and i scoffed.
"Hey! You don't question me anyhow, okay? and i don't think i Mr. British told me another person now owns the house he built himself." I hissed and brought out my phone but she dragged it away from me, bent down in front of me and leaned closer.
"Don't think i'm the kind of ladies you flirt with. I hate rubbish, okay? Anyways, welcome to the house of hell." She smirked and stood up, dropping my phone on the settee.
"Aunty Queensley, it's nice to meet you, i've heard a lot about you. How's everything?" Anabelle rushed to her and hugged her while she wrinkled her face then shrugged.
"It's nice to meet you too, let me show you to your room." She held Anabelle's wrist and they ascended the stairs with Anabelle's lugagges.
This lady called Queensley is so rude!
She din even show me to my room.
Guess i'll have to pick a room that interest me myself.
I stood up, dragged my travelling box in my left hand and and ascended the stairs.
I started opening the rooms one after the other.
I got to the entrance of a room and found it locked I lifted up my head and found RESTRICTED AREA placed on it.
Then--
I found--
QUEENSLEY'S ROOM beneath it.
This is becoming interesting.
It won't be bad to choose the room opposite her room, right?
I smirked as i pulled my box into the room opposite her room and settled down there.
"Wooh!" I sighed as i relaxed on the bed.
"I'm exhausted." I added.
I need a lady to quickly get down with else i might not be able to hold myself any longer.
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