Chapter 22

I tried not to yawn as I walked into Daniel's office again. Yaru had left me at the door to the building once more, Edward only coming in a few metres with me, before one of the other guards asked for his help with something.

The guards had become the least of my worries over the course of the evening as several different men had joined me and Yaru in our booth at the club. Keaton had come back, twice, each time Yaru stepping away to let the playboy do what he wanted to me unsupervised. I'd orgasmed more times than I could count, but I'd paid for each one in some way.

Now I was exhausted, and I still needed to report to Daniel, and make it back to my room.

When I arrived Daniel was alone, sitting at his desk, most of the boxes on the screen now empty. Only a few were green, most yellow or red.

“You're back late,” he said, not looking up. “Was it a productive evening?”

“Yaru took me to a club.”

“I heard. And Keaton paid you a visit.”

“Several.”

“Good. That's very good.” Daniel put down