Arcadia's pov
Why do my conversations with King William end this way? I text Paul, desperate for a male.
From how he treats me to how he f***s me, I can't fault Paul. Why don't I resign like I should? He's gorgeous, wealthy, and utterly into me! First, I resisted since he was a smut lord's heir and my supervisor. But that's not why I'm hesitant to enter into his arms. No, Client 5, I blame King William .
Yes... You think I'm foolish. Split between two guys I've never met. I've never seen his face, and I know nothing about him, yet something about the way he talks to me pulls me in, almost like a spell from which I can't escape. Knowing he'll call makes me wet. Every phone call I make to him... I should pay, not him. All of our chats leave me drenched and striving to recover after anoth
