“Why not?” Emma frowned.
“I don’t see him running or wanting to reject you.” Lucille looked amused.
“He said that he didn’t want me.” Emma pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
“The answer, my angel, remains no.” Lucille smiled at her, taking her face in her hands, she tucked a strand of hair behind Emma’s ear. “Why don’t you invite our guests to the sports event.” Lucille winked at her.
Christiaan grinned at her when she turned around walking to the stairs. She announced that the sports events would be taking place in the next hour and that the guests were welcome to take time to get dressed. Lunch would be served after the event in the outside gardens. Walking up the stairs, Christiaan followed her, seeing the sway of her hips, and felt hunger for her growing. Why would he be so
