08.Nov.13, 12:19 PM
Khoemi’s nose scrunched up in disgust as he watched Gabrin sprawl himself across the bed Khoemi happened to share with his wife. The man’s eyebrows furrowed and he glared angrily at Gabrin, before turning stiffly to the mirror that was located safely against a far wall, and set about fixing his clothing. He could still feel the bastard’s hands and his skin wouldn’t stop crawling from the sensation! Khoemi rolled his shoulders, glaring at Gabrin over his shoulder through the mirror.
“There had been hope you would have grown up by now,” Khoemi sneered, eyes steering away from Gabrin’s reflection to his own, making sure everything was as it should be before turning back to snort disdainfully at the invitation that was offered him. “Dream on, Gabrin. I have better things to do than frolic in your fantasies.” Rolling his eyes, and aiming a half-hearted kick at the cat when it walked too close, Khoemi turned on his heel and made his way with solid steps to the doorway.
“Do make sure you’re gone before my lady gets home.” Straightening his jacket one last time, Khoemi strode out the door and across the foyer room. He didn’t so much as pause or glance over his shoulder as he opened the door and exited his rooms. If Gabrin were so comfortable letting himself in, the bastard could let himself out, too! Khoemi sneered at a drudge who shied away in fear, as he made sure he was well out of sight of his room before the bastard man came out the door.
“Son of a wherry fucked whore!”
“There had been hope you would have grown up by now,” Khoemi sneered, eyes steering away from Gabrin’s reflection to his own, making sure everything was as it should be before turning back to snort disdainfully at the invitation that was offered him. “Dream on, Gabrin. I have better things to do than frolic in your fantasies.” Rolling his eyes, and aiming a half-hearted kick at the cat when it walked too close, Khoemi turned on his heel and made his way with solid steps to the doorway.
“Do make sure you’re gone before my lady gets home.” Straightening his jacket one last time, Khoemi strode out the door and across the foyer room. He didn’t so much as pause or glance over his shoulder as he opened the door and exited his rooms. If Gabrin were so comfortable letting himself in, the bastard could let himself out, too! Khoemi sneered at a drudge who shied away in fear, as he made sure he was well out of sight of his room before the bastard man came out the door.
“Son of a wherry fucked whore!”