70. ANGEL

~ Violet ~ “Oh my God!” Violet’s jaw literally dropped to the floor. The laundry room was now painted this dark red and black color. There were no washers or dryers in there, and they were replaced by a single velvet bed. There were contraptions on the ceiling, chains on the wall, and a table with all sorts of toys and tools on the side. Yes, if it wasn’t clear, Damon had turned the laundry room into a playroom. * CLICK * Violet heard the sound of the door clicking and she turned around instinctively. Damon had locked the door with a golden key. He took the key out and handed it to her. “There are only two keys to this room. I’ve got one of them, and this one’s for you,” Violet cocked her head to the side and stifled a laugh. She took the key from him and said, “You’re not serious about this, are you?” “Does this look like a joke?” he asked back rather challengingly. “What happened to the laundry room?” “We moved it downstairs,” “I can’t believe you. You’re just—” “Full of surprises?”