Anastasia POV
He sighs, turning to me, "Anastasia, you know I won't force you to do anything you do not want to do right?" he raises a brow at me
I stand, the room quiet, the mirrors reflecting with golden light, "You are Mrs Greyson now, my wife and my equal, Do what you want, just fulfill your part of the contract" he nods grabbing a few clothes, he walks past me up the stairs to the bathroom
I quickly turn around in the mirror, trying to think of a way to pull my dress off since it's corset style.
I hear the shower run, I quickly try everything, even with the clothes hanger, but nothing works. Soon I hear the shower stop running, I try to rush back to the couch but he comes down the stairs, his eyes meeting with mine.
My hair scattered, sweat glazing my skin, "Do you need help with
