Lina's POV
When I went to work the next day, dark circles shadowed my eyes. My entire body ached in ways I couldn't possibly explain to my colleagues.
"Did you spend the night dancing with male models?" Mandy teased the moment I walked into our office. "You look absolutely exhausted."
"No such luck," I said with a weak smile. "Just pulling an all-nighter for work."
"Wow, such dedication!" She handed me a cup of coffee, seemingly impressed.
I laughed to myself. Dedication wasn't exactly the right word. Our contract hadn't specified how many times a week Adrian could claim his "rights" as my husband. He was the alpha in this arrangement—both literally and figuratively—and I couldn't deny him. Nor did I want to, if I was being honest with myself.
His creativity in the bedr
