Sasha had woken up early that morning, determined. it's been three weeks since Xavier had taken her, claimed her, broken her in ways she never thought possible. Yet, the fear lingered...not of him, but of losing him.
Since she'd returned to work, she'd noticed Sandra parading around the office like she owned the place. Sandra had taken up the role of Xavier's assistant permanently. She was bold, flirtatious, and had the kind of beauty that turned heads without trying. Long legs, glowing skin, full lips always tinted with a soft shade of red, and that constant smirk like she knew every man wanted her.
Sasha couldn't lie to herself. Sandra was a threat.
What if Xavier got bored of her? What if Sandra managed to sink her claws into him like she'd done with other bosses before?
No. Not ag
