RHEA’S POV
“I’m ready.” I blurted out.
A smile crossed his lips immediately. “Good girl.” He gestured me in.
I smiled awkwardly as I stepped into his room, my heart still racing, a part of me screaming to turn back around.
But I went ahead anyway.
I sat on the chair he offered, and he pulled out a file, sliding the contents toward me. A neatly folded piece of paper. I glanced at him. He nodded. I swallowed hard and opened it.
A contract. Like he already knew I was coming back.
As I read through the first page, my palms began to sweat. It was stated clearly that I would willingly submit myself to him, Mr. Rowan, and address him as Master from that day forward.
I kept swallowing as I flipped through the pages. Instructions, mostly. What to wear. Where to go. What to do. Every form of
