The contract said: work for him by day. Belong to him by night. I needed rent money. He needed a warm body with no questions. Simple. Except Damien Cross is never simple. He's infuriating, untouchable, and built like every bad decision I've ever wanted to make. I told myself I could separate my body from my heart. Stupid girl. Now his secrets are bleeding into mine. His enemies know my name. His past is hunting us both. And the man who bought my time? He's trying to buy something I promised I'd never sell. My heart doesn't negotiate. But God help me — for Damien Cross, I'm reconsidering everything.Aria Cole signed a contract that was supposed to be simple: sex in exchange for survival. Twelve dollars wasn't enough to rent anywhere, and desperation tastes like compromise. What she didn't count on was Damien Cross being more complicated than cold and contractual. What she didn't expect was him knowing her before she walked in. What she never anticipated was a man willing to burn down his entire empire, " Please, "one woman. But Damien's father is alive. He's been alive the whole time, pulling strings from the shadows, using people inside Damien's operation to steal back what he destroyed. And now Aria is caught between a man she's learning to love and a conspiracy that uses her as leverage. She's the bait in a trap she didn't know she'd already sprung. Running is impossible. Staying might kill her. But walking away from Damien Cross was never really an option — not after he said please in the dark and meant it like a confession.

The contract said: work for him by day. Belong to him by night. I needed rent money. He needed a warm body with no questions. Simple. Except Damien Cross is never simple. He's infuriating, untouchable, and built like every bad decision I've ever wanted to make. I told myself I could separate my body from my heart. Stupid girl. Now his secrets are bleeding into mine. His enemies know my name. His past is hunting us both. And the man who bought my time? He's trying to buy something I promised I'd never sell. My heart doesn't negotiate. But God help me — for Damien Cross, I'm reconsidering everything.