Andy.
I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, my body still tingling from the intensity of Gio’s office the day before. The contract was signed, binding me to him for a week. My heart pounded as I sat up, the silk sheets cool against my skin. I rubbed my eyes, noticing the presence in the room.
Gio stood by the door, dressed in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Morning, Alexandria,” he said, his voice smooth. “Ready to celebrate?”
“Celebrate? What are we celebrating?” I asked, pulling the sheet tighter. “Me signing my life away?”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “Your submission. But I felt generous. Today, you get to play.”
“Play?” I raised an eyebrow, wary. “What’s the catch?”
He smirked, leaning against the bedpost. “You got one demand. Any
