trembled so badly she could ba

open the h

e page burned her eyes: Non-Disclosure

age. The words jumped out

e obedience. Prohibition of p

s hit her so hard she had to grab the

n. He was leaning back on the sofa, casuall

hest heaving. "You want me to be your s

twirling the pe

, forcing Alaina to stumble backward until her bare bac

nd against the glass

he intense heat radiating from his body, a sharp

r neck, making her skin break out in goosebumps. "Three years ago, at tha

ty sent a violent shudder t

" she yelled, her voice cracking. "I was drunk, a

ed in his cheek. His eyes turned pitch blac

ny it. He nev

ll Street trash. And right now, trash is the

her waist. His fingers grippe

antly, her muscles lo

ina," he mocked, his thumb pressing

rolled down her cheek and dropped di

fingers flinched, pulling away from

st his hard chest, pushing him bac

die than sign th

. She gripped the thick stack of p

, and again, unti

the air. The white confetti rained

nto a dead, suf

move. He just stared at her, his

d a button on his desk pho

utch. She turned and ran to

curity guards arrived. They grabbed her arm

anding in the shadows of his office, watching her

ut of the front doo

tly soaked her to the bone. The thin

s. She walked barefoot onto the fre

ixed with t

phone buzzed

h shaking, wet finger

red a massive heart attack. He is in the ICU. We need a fift

opped to the wet pavement, the

letely, utte