Read Between The Thighs
"But I like my things well-maintained. If you’re going to be mine, I want you looking like this every day. I want you focused on me, not on how you're going to pay for your next flight to see me. Consider the money a perk, not the point."
"Three months," I read, pointing to the duration clause.
"Three months to see if you can handle being a billionaire’s obsession without losing your mind," he said. "If at the end of it, you want your freedom back, you walk away. No strings. But for the next ninety days, you’re mine."
“Ninety days seems to short” I muttered.
“We’ll see how you can handle it…I hope you won't start singing a different tune later.”
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