AARÓN CONNOR

ITALY.

*꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎*

I pace back and forth, thinking about how I can’t do anything with her having that damn implant on her arm. It’s a complete fucking frustration — I can barely locate or track her, and it pisses me off from the inside out. I don’t even try to control myself when one of the housemaids approaches me, with that timid look and stupid, clumsy attitude that makes me want to puke. She just stands there, hesitating like an idiot, holding her breath like she’s afraid to be near me. Her presence irritates and disgusts me in equal parts.

“S-sir Connor…” she stammers, “I spoke with the rest of the staff and…”

“Goddammit, speak like a normal person!” I snap at her, annoyed beyond reason. Almost violent. I hate weakness. And I hate wasting time on useless people even more.

Right then, Kate descends the stairs with that firm posture she always uses when she wants to interrupt me.

“Stop acting like a total p