Petra
“Sir?”
The sound of the closing door is all I hear. I’m stuck here like this, looking God knows how. And he left me!
I’d climb off the bed if I wasn’t blindfolded and had a clue how I might get out of this damn monoglove. But I’m stranded here, barely hopeful that he’ll send anyone to help me. And it’s all my fault. Why did I have to say his damn name out loud?
Of course, he didn’t go through all this trouble to keep my eyes off him if he wanted me to know who he was. I’m an i***t!
And now what’s he going to do?
Probably dump me. I bet he’s going straight to Isabel and telling her everything, and I’ll most likely be thrown out of the club. God! I’m so stupid!
“Petra?” I hear that girl who helped put me in this stuff call out as the bedroom door opens. “Hi. Your Dom asked me to
