Eve's head was clear when they arrived at the house. She was stone-cold sober. Fear did that to a person. Roman was a billionaire with the resources to pull off whatever he wanted, and she had pissed him off somehow.
She hadn’t said a word to him during the drive out of the city, but he hadn’t bothered to speak either. His anger suffocated her in the confined space, pushing her anger with him to the back of her mind.
What had she done wrong?
And if he was that pissed off, why had he brought her back here? Why hadn’t he just said her services were no longer required and just left her in the city?
Her answers would be in that contract, but she knew deep down that she had sold her soul to the devil. There was a different atmosphere around Roman now, one she’d never felt before.
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