POP MY CHERRY DADDY.
Chapter 77
Ignazio sat in the dimly lit room, his hand tapping gently on the table, while he stared at Dylan who sat directly opposite him.
“Do you like everything? I mean the work done here.”
Ignazio’s eyes scanned the room. He grabbed the glass cup that rested on the table his finger was constantly drumming on.
“Pass me the wine,” Ignazio whispered. A whisper that was enough to pass his command to the gentleman who stood behind him.
The man bowed, taking a step backward. He reached for one wine that rested on the bar side of the dimly lit room.
“My lord.” He bowed, dropped the wine on the table, and proceeded to open it.
Ignazio took his gaze from the man, back to Dylan.
“The work here is beautiful. I like it.” He finally comments.
A smile crept in a
