Lily Thompson
I typed like a woman possessed, clicking through articles, blogs, even scrolling through a couple of shady forums where half the advice was written in Comic Sans. Didn’t matter. I devoured everything, desperate for a c***k in Ryan’s cage.
“He’s clever,” I muttered under my breath, scrolling through another wall of legal jargon I barely understood. “But even clever men make mistakes. And if there’s a loophole, I’ll find it. I don’t care if I have to pay someone every cent of the advance he gave me—I’ll buy my freedom.”
My reflection in the screen looked grim. Determined. A little wild. But it was the only thing keeping me from sinking into the quicksand of his lies.
I pictured myself walking into some lawyer’s office—no, storming into it—throwing down the contract and dem
