Keeley
Gio led me back into his sprawling penthouse, never once letting go of my hand. It was like he didn’t trust me if he let me go and he had good reason not to. I would have bolted at the first opportunity. Not because I was afraid of him, no, it was more to do with pride.
I had left this all behind me. The pushy, over dominating men who always demanded submission at all times. And I hadn’t missed it at all. I wasn’t the same girl I had been. I didn't need a man to take control of my life.
“I hope you like it.” With a flourish, he opened the door to what was obviously his bedroom and for a second, I thought he was talking about the room itself. Then my eyes fell on the dress that was hanging from the wardrobe. Simple, black. Elegant.
“When…” I trailed off; I had been about to ask w
