Hendrix's POV:
It's very early in the morning, but this being the pack house, the staff are up and about.
"Good day, Lord Hendrix." They greet with their heads bowed. A few go as far as facing the wall on seeing me approach.
Very weird. I look at myself, to see I'm shirtless, thankfully, I'm not without pants. The way I desperately wanted to leave Natalie's private chambers and be all by myself, nothing else mattered at that moment.
Why on earth would she make such a suggestion? Worst still make it a wish? If I were told Natalie would do that, I would never believe it. It was not entirely her fault, I made her make a wish, if only I had just focused on coming and satisfying her body, mind, and soul.
I don't respond to any pleasantries as I walk out of the main complex and into the wide space, in dire need of fresh air. The cold dry wind engulfs my lungs, as I inhale deeply.
