BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT
I slide off the bed, my feet sinking into the ridiculously soft carpet, and stumble toward the massive walk-in closet.
It’s huge. Bigger than my entire old apartment. And it's filled with clothes. Not just Alexander’s suits, but a whole section of women’s clothes. Designer dresses, expensive silk shirts, cashmere sweaters. All of them in my exact size. It makes my skin crawl. He planned this. He’s been watching me for a long, long time.