Spoilt
Alara’s POV The moment the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of my apartment, I knew today wouldn’t be normal. The driver stepped out, suited and silent, opening the door with a small bow. “Miss Grey.” I barely had time to brush my curls and throw on a black jumpsuit before being ushered inside. The interior of the car smelled like leather and cinnamon—just like Ace. The second the door shut, I exhaled. There was a white envelope on the seat beside me, sealed with the Wolfe crest. I opened it. One day itinerary: • Private fitting at LaRue Haute Couture • Personal shopper at Crave • Full spa reservation at Marceau • Dinner reservation at Le Nocturne • Everything under Miss Grey’s name. • Wolfe security will escort you. • No budget cap. Spend what you want. I blinked. “Is he
- Writer
