Manson's heart skipped a beat before his brows furrowed slightly.
"Why are you suddenly bringing her up? I don't fuck her."
A triumphant smile quickly spread on Amira's lips.
"I feel better now."
He studied her for a longer moment.
"Why do you care about her?" His expression slowly hardened. "Are you acting like a jealous girlfriend?"
She immediately shook her head.
"No, I don't mean it that way. Of course you can't like her."
She reached for the hem of his sleeves, playing with the fabric between her fingers.
"That's why you gave me a task to teach her some superiority."
A faint scoff escaped him.
"I didn't ask you to bully; just put her in her place."
Amira's smile deepened; she jumped into a hug, pressing her cheek against his muscled chest.
"I didn't bully her, honey plum."
He patted the back of her head in gentle strokes.
"Okay, baby, Victor will take you home now; I have work to finish."
Amira lifted her head from his chest.
