Gael looked like royalty wearing a long black coat and a dark grey suit. Compared to the night that Samantha met him outside and his casual outfit yesterday, he was now looking more polished always.
"What the hell are you doing? What are all these things?" Samantha continued to gape, overwhelmed by the mountains of gifts that were now in her living room. "Can everyone just stop moving?!" She nearly shouted but she had to control her voice because Ashton had just slept.
"They don't take orders from just anyone. They only follow what I say." Gael proudly said with a smug look on his face; he was so pleased with it.
"Then tell them to stop! I don't want these gifts."
"Gifts are meant to be accepted, you don't have to do anything but accept it." Gael insisted.
