a mansion that was at least three times the size of my stepfather's house. And my stepfather was loaded. Clearly, this guy was on a whole different level. Like, billionaire level. Also, it was prett

? He tilted his head slightly, like he was studying me. "We do things more traditionally around here... it's complicated," he said after a moment. Traditionally? What did that even mean? He must have seen the confusion on my face because he continued, "If you really want to make a call, I would have to drive you into town. There's a place nearby where you could use a phone." My heart lifted a little at that-until he added, "But it's already very late. It would be rude to go knocking on a stranger's door at this hour, don't you think?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. I mean, technically, he was right. I wouldn't exactly want some random people showing up at my door past midnight either. "So we'll wait until morning," he said. "I promise." He added with a reassuring smile, and I nodded. It didn't seem like I had much of a choice anyway. Without another word, he turned and walked away down the long hallway with his arm wrapped around his wife's waist. I opened my mouth, about to call after him again. I didn't even know his name yet-but they were already out of sight. Seriously? Before I could panic, two men appeared behind me. I tensed up immediately, but then a young woman approached me, bowing her head. "This way," she muttered. Her long, messy hair covered half of her face, so I couldn't really make out what she looked like. She didn't even look up once as she led me through the hall that looked more like a maze. Finally, she stopped in front of a door, pushed it open, and gestured for me to enter. I stepped inside, and I gasped. The room was huge, bigger than my entire apartment in college. The bed looked like it belonged to royalty, with thick velvet sheets and a dozen fluffy pillows. Without even thinking about it, I collapsed onto the bed, not caring that my clothes were