BRITTANY'S POV
I was relieved when things didn't get too heated because my new maid suddenly showed up, claiming she came to remind me about my shift later that night.
I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was giving myself more and more to Zayne.
It didn't matter if I hated him, the fact that I was slowly liking it more and more each time he touched me was disgusting.
Is this what Stockholm syndrome is? Why else would I enjoy the s*x? I should be disgusted and hate it just as much as I hate him but that wasn't the case.
It sucked. I really had to get out of here before I completely lost my mind or before I completely sold my body to Zayne.
The expression on her face when she walked in on us was priceless. I was ashamed to say that for a few seconds, a bolt of satisfaction went t
