(From Blue's Perspective)
"Dem! What's wrong?" I asked while he pulled me by my arm and took me straight to his office.
Perita followed us like she was ordered.
"Go to our bedroom and wait there for us. Dion's milk bottles are in his crib. Feed him if he is hungry. Play with him," Dem said to Perita, while his eyes were on me.
"Alright, Your Highness," Perita said.
I had taught Perita how to take care of a kid, so she could take care of Dion when Dem and I were busy. It was she who played with him when I worked in my office.
Dem closed the door, his fingers still gripping my arm tightly.
"What's wrong? What's the meaning of this?" I asked.
He grabbed my chin and kissed me wildly. I grabbed the front of his shirt, as I lost balance. His hand slid behind me and he pinched my bottom, making me raise my body in response. He wrapped his arm around me and just with one arm, pulled me up from the ground and started walking toward my backside.