The CEO'S Plaything
She wanted to laugh, to scream, to run, but her body refused to move.
Xavier leaned back, the glow from his tobacco casting faint shadows across his chiseled features. He looked calm—too calm—as though this insane proposition was the most rational thing he’d ever said. "You heard me, Angel," he said again, his tone softer now, almost coaxing, as though he were talking her into buying a pair of shoes instead of binding her life to his.
Her chest tightened. She needed to breathe, to think, to push past the heat swirling in her gut and focus. "You’ve lost your mind," she snapped, standing abruptly. "I’m not some pawn in whatever twisted game you’re playing."
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