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ARIELLA
What had I expected? Coming back to this cursed place was a mistake. Eric had lured me in with his request to spoil me “like I deserved.” To treat me like a princess. Pretty sure a princess wouldn’t have the urge to puke in her purse.
My stomach roiled, like there was a Rottweiler lying on my chest, staring down at me, bearing his teeth and dripping drool on my cheek.
Maybe I’d risk Eric’s punishment and make a run for it.
I’d never been in a car like this before. The Porsche emblem at the center of the steering wheel flashed its gilded finish like a royal crest every time Eric turned, making me flinch. The plush leather seats—black with a center strip of beige—made me feel like I sat inside a Christian Louboutin shoe, and I was a Birkenstocks kind of girl.
In the wild, un
