The sound of the penthouse doors clicking shut behind me echoed like a verdict. I stood frozen, staring at the signed lease with my name neatly printed at the top, like some twisted declaration of ownership.
“This isn’t happening,” I whispered to myself, my hands trembling.
But it was happening. And the worst part was, I didn’t even remember giving permission.
Kieth moved around the space like he belonged there, his tall figure a shadow against the skyline that glittered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. He loosened his tie with a single fluid motion, tossed it carelessly onto the couch, and unbuttoned his cuffs. The domesticity of it made me shiver.
I spun toward him, words boiling up in my throat. “You had no right.”
His dark eyes flicked to mine. Calm. Steady. Unmoved. “You nee
