'Wanted' By Mr. Storm
“You didn’t stick to your end of the contract, Ms. Cortez”
“I… it’s been over five years now, and the contract has expired. Let me go, Mr. Storm.” I gasped as he jerked me forward, his large palm pressing against my throat and his nose brushing against mine lightly.
“Time can’t undo what’s mine, River.”….How did I end up in the arms of my new billionaire boss?
How did I become the toy of his obsession?
Why does he suddenly want me to be the mother of his heir after just one night?
I knew Mr. Storm was out of the ordinary. I thought I could stick to my part of the contract—mainly to get back at my ex—until I walked into the locked room he had warned me never to enter.
Mr. Storm was worse than anything Vegas had ever imagined, and I needed to run before I became one of his experiments.