Burned By Desire

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travel mid-air and crash

cot's nostrils flare up in disgust. B

all."I-I'm sorry, Mr Greyson," the male server pleaded, his voice sh

d slapped the server yet again. He grabbed him by the collar, raising him narrowly above the g

ugh the heating stage of forging. I saw how frightened the server looked, and I could only pray he did

is eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry, sir... I was in a hurry to attend to a guest... I slipped... an – and the drink spi

he said he slipped; now let

rd needs to be taught a lesson," S

wine from the round table close to him and slowly pours it onto the head of the server, allowing it to stream down and soak his shi

his face as he continued to sob. Scot pushed the server

do a perfect job, making sure both the Greysons and the guests are all satisfied. I stood still, watchi

is hand off the collar of the server."Stop this madness. You are causing a

o just like that after ruining my suit," he announced

This isn't just any suit. It is one of my fa

ow, let's enjoy the rest of the reception," Mr Mark Greyson added before

ebrows scrunched together. I see his veins pop up on his n

it's your wedding; either way, you

We're leaving," he said before grabbing me by the hand

freely and not stumble while bein

As soon as we got outside, I saw Scot's private chauffeur, Lahm, leaning on a Rolls-Royce Phantom p

de him turn to face me. Although his grip was firm, I wond

le drink spill. "What the hell was that all about?" I questioned,

asked with a ster

er. And over what, a little dr

kill him," he uttered, shovin

tle drink spill; there wa

o do and what not to do?" He asked; the scowl he shoots

g I had on, "I'm your wife now, remember? And all I'm saying is th

as soon as I blinked. He strode to cover the

s his massive body blocked my view, which solely

llowing my e

his pocket and raised my c

t his gaze, my eyes finall

o live under my roof, you better watch

out of nowhere, two bulky men in black suits and glasses stood behind me. His g

ed out his hand, motionin

managed to ask, but my qu