I left Adrian Vale’s penthouse with nowhere to go except a motel room I had already outgrown.
The lift carried me down in silence, floor after floor, while my reflection stared back at me from the mirrored walls. I looked the same on the outside. Tired eyes. Loose hair. The same clothes I had worn the night before.
But something inside me had shifted.
Money sat in my account.
A contract sat between a man I barely understood, yet had allowed to explore every inch of my body.
And for the first time in days, I had choices.
When I stepped outside, the morning air hit my face, cool and sharp. I stood on the pavement for a moment with my bag over my shoulder, staring at the city as it moved around me.
People hurried past with coffee cups, phones, and places to be. And, now I had somewhere
