"Thank you so much," Fred voiced out breathlessly as the two burly men from the club carefully dropped Damien onto a three-seater couch. The moment Damien's body sank into the cushions, completely limp, the men straightened up and bowed their heads respectfully toward Fred before quietly walking out of the huge living room.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Fred hurried forward and locked it securely. Only then did he finally slow down and allow himself to properly take in his surroundings.
The living room was massive....far larger than Fred had imagined. Everything was painted pristine white, from the walls to the ceiling, giving the space a cold, almost sterile elegance. Expensive modern furniture filled the room, all sleek and stylish… yet every single piece was black.
"So this is his taste," Fred murmured under his breath. "Black and white. No warmth at all."
He turned slowly, scanning the space.
