ing a sharp noise on the desk. I stared at my signature still

he security guard shrank back, trying not to make eye contact. Sebastian's arm tightened around me

at felt real was the heat from his body pres

tablet with trembling hands. "They caught Miss Clara entering the VIP elevators with a stolen key

d over before I could stop myself. On the screen, my silhouette flashed through the halls of Vance Enterprises, pixela

o my pen. His glare pinned the guard in place. "Lock down the freight elevato

, and slipped out in a hurry, closi

ndows, thunder rumbling. I forced myself to breathe and tried to sho

e cracked. "You've got your contract. Now call off

hrough me. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked to t

ey're looking for a scandal. Give them one with you a mysterious guest, the sister of an accountant accus

ve another way. I'll slip out th

matching the footage. But this is just a new angle. Media wants a secret girlfriend? Fine. We'll give them one. We're

old. "What? No. The

ect Vance Enterprises. That's what you signed." He tilted my face up, holding my chin. His eyes burn

den panel in the wall. A private elevator

ed back

stepped in behind me and the doors closed smooth and final, like a cell door. No

e was pure luxury glass walls, white marble everywhere,

, you don't leave without security. You don't contact your brother or use your ol

elf against the chill. My clothes were stil

red at the massive, empty living room. "What happen

s the marble like a predator. He stood too clo

rate. I couldn't move. My brain screamed

share a bed and I don't touch you. But tomorrow, in public? You're mine.

the fear and forc

the right down that hall's yours. Clothes are in

ed into the huge bed, and let myself fall apart. I cried for Julian

ke up, sunlight flooded the windows. S

astian's sharp voice

straight, and cracked the door. Sebastian st

ked, heart pounding.

It's not just last night's video. Someone leaked a photo of my real ex-fiancé