That's me

Lilly

This was playing with fire.

My hands were tied and I was left without any options. None. Accepting Chance’s offer was a dangerous route to take, considering my body responded to him like a violin to a bow.

It was the reason I stood in front of the W&W building on Monday morning.

Despite the circumstances, I was excited to work. I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t work. Even before college, when my parents were alive, I’d help them with their fruit stands in Croatia. It wasn’t a big job, but I loved it. The smell of the fruit mixed in the air and bees buzzed around, tempted by the sweet nectar.

So opposite to my current situation with the man who blackmailed me into accepting this position. I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind his offer. Even more, I feared that the temptation to taste the sweet but forbidden fruit was too great.

I checked in at the front desk at eight in the morning, wearing a black pencil skirt that was just an inch above my knee, black pumps, and a lig