are feet planted firmly on the cold floor, refusing to sho

hat, exactly?" Harley asked,

He simply tilted his h

He pulled out a thick, beautifully bound

felt like a weight in her hand

nship & Non-Disc

t page. Her eyes scanne

y residence of the Client (Jaidyn Miles) for a period of six (6) mon

A live-in nanny?

Her eyes widened as sh

d, consisting primarily of white dresses. Hair must be maintained long, straight, and dyed to color code 000000 (Jet

urned. A wave of in

being hired as a prop. A living, breathin

oke?" she demanded, shaking the papers at him

n't blink. "You possess the single most valuable

y, looking away. "Jaidyn, maybe

pped, never taking

e prenup at her face flashed in her mind. Five years ago, she was a t

for these billionaires and t

all her strength. The heavy document smacked a

dress-up with," Harley spa

e room plummeted. He stood up slowly, his tow

ng to a lethal register. "Without this money, your little startup studio

ncial trouble. But he called it a "little startup studio"-he d

went to the closet, and pulled out her blood-stained hoodie and s

apped his small arms around the doorframe. He squeezed hi

le face in the mirror. She took a deep, shuddering breath, shoving the

ncing as the fabric rub

up at her with red, pleading eyes. He grabbed the

his fingers open, one by one. "I hav

lently. Silent tears p

n door, blocking her exit. He look

im, stopping inches from his chest. She t

," Harley said, her voice like grin

k out that door, I will make one phone call. You wi

sh, bitter sound. "Do you th

her shoulder hard into Jaidyn's

. Instead, a dark, thrilling light ignited in his eyes

hout even writing him a note?" Jai

y sto