Andy.
“Alexandria.” Gio’s voice sliced through the silence, sharp and commanding. “Wake up.”
I opened my eyes, my body still sore from the garden and sat up. He stood by the bed, dressed in a tailored black suit, making him look both beautiful and terrifying.
I pulled the sheet tighter, my heart racing. “What time is it?” I mumbled.
“Time to make things official,” he said, tossing a silk robe onto the bed. “Get dressed. We’re going to my office.”
“Official? What does that even mean?”
He stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Our agreement. One week, a hundred thousand dollars. You’re signing it today.”
My stomach dropped. “I didn’t agree to be your prisoner. You can’t just—”
“I can,” he cut me off, his voice low and dangerous. “And I will. Get up. Now.”
I hesitated, bu
