Raymond's POV
I waited a few minutes before going downstairs. I stood by the kitchen door for a while when I got there.
I imagined having sex with her on that table, and I knew I would end up doing just that to put my mind at ease, which I later did, and I enjoyed it.
After the night's activities with Lena, I woke up feeling refreshed. I had a lot to do, so I didn't bother lingering and went about my day.
I took my bath, styled my hair backward, put on a black shirt and black pants, just howw I like it, and went into my painting room. I looked around and saw nothing out of place, which meant Lena hadn't been there.
That was a good thing, it meant she knew how to follow instructions.
I picked up what brought me there: my signature cane that looked like a walking stick. Whenever I was seen with it, even in social circles, people trembled because it meant war and blood.
