"The contract allows for four to seven nights per week," Damian continued, cutting his steak with precise movements. "We'll start with five. Monday through Friday. You'll have weekends free to visit your mother or handle personal affairs."
"Five nights," Eve repeated, trying to process. "Every week. For six months."
"Approximately one hundred and twenty nights total," Damon said. "Give or take."
One hundred and twenty nights of what they'd done to her last night. Eve's stomach flipped.
"You look pale," Silas observed. "Are you having second thoughts?"
Yes. "No."
"Liar," Damian said mildly. "But we'll let it pass. It's natural to feel overwhelmed. You'll adjust."
"And if I don't?"
The brothers exchanged glances. Some silent communication passed between them.
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