Hunter's seemingly pleasant tone sent a chill down my spine as he referred to me as "our pretty little dear." It was a pet name that felt strangely unsettling coming from such dominant men, causing my heart to flutter nervously.
The atmosphere in the room shifted suddenly, becoming tense and ominous, as Hunter's words about Dillon being my boyfriend hung in the air. How did they know about Dillon? Had they been spying on me?
"H-how do you know about Dillon being my boyfriend?" I stammered, my mind racing with questions. It wasn't just the invasion of my privacy that bothered me; it was the realization that my personal life was somehow intertwined with my professional one.
"A personal assistant of mine goes wandering about the streets of New York, knowing full well that she works for a v
