The Billionaire's S*x Diet Obsession
It was quick, intense, but empty—nothing like what he could probably deliver.
Toweling off, I checked my phone again. A new email notification: from avoss@vossenterprises.com. Subject: "An Offer You Can't Refuse." My heart skipped. I opened it, scanning the words: "Elena, Reconsider. One million upfront. Contract attached—discreet, binding for 30 days. Your mother's care starts tomorrow if you sign. Meet me at my penthouse at 8 PM. Don't make me beg. - A.V." Attached was a P*F, outlining the terms: unlimited access to my body, his rules, his whims—rough sex, dominance, no safe words unless I ended it all. In return: full financial support, NDA, and freedom after.