'Havana? Who is she?'
Delilah turned around and closed the door. She glanced at them. She did not like how they were talking to each other.
"Everett, who is she?"
Havana asked Everett while pointed at Delilah.
Delilah pouted when she heard the woman calling Everett's name without any fear. He did not even stop her from calling his name.
"I can't believe you are living with another person. Is she your maid?" Havana said as she glanced at Delilah.
"No, she is my slave."
Havana looked stunned, which did not go unnoticed by Delilah.
"S-Slave? You mean she is here for your house chores, r-right?" Havana asked and chuckled awkwardly.
Everett glanced at Delilah who looked at him back.
"No, she is not my maid but a slave." He said again. His answer didn't change, nor did he explain any
