Contractual Marriage With My Arrogant Boss
“You wanted to see me?” Emery asked, her voice steady despite the tightness in her chest.
He turned slowly, those gray eyes raking over her face like he was cataloguing details only he could understand.
“Yes. We need to set boundaries.”
“Boundaries?” she echoed, folding her arms.
Damian’s expression didn’t shift.
“This is a contract marriage, Emery. Nothing more. Which means, no wandering around my house as if you own it, no casual chatter with staff, and most importantly….” his voice dropped, slicing into her like a blade,