I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. Men came and went, faces I learned to forget, touches I forced myself not to feel. But Michael… he was different.The night he walked into Ambrosia, everything inside me froze. He looked at me like I was human and not a product, not a fantasy, but a woman and for the first time I felt visible. “Tell me what you want,’ I asked. No, you tell me what you want he said softly, his voice low and smooth, dangerous yet tender.“You,” I breathed, before I could stop myself. “Even if it ruins me.”He touched me like I mattered, whispered my name like it was a prayer. And suddenly, all my carefully built walls began to fall apart.I should have stayed away. He’s a man who could buy the world if he wanted, and I’m a woman who’s spent her life being bought. But between his hands, I found a kind of freedom I’d only ever dreamed of and I don’t know if I’ll survive it.