I woke the next morning to silence. For one disorienting second, I forgot where I was. Pale morning light filtered through the curtains, and the room smelled different to the cologne that had lingered through Adrian’s penthouse only twenty-four hours earlier.
Then it all came rushing back to me.
The flat, the keys, and the contract. Then him. Noel.
Lying still for a moment, I stared at the ceiling while the events of the last few days moved through my head in fragments. The way Noel and Mira had been together, me walking out, going to a motel, the club, and meeting Adrian. The way he had kissed me back at his penthouse, the way we had had s*x into the early hours of the morning, and how I had woken in his bed and signed a year of my life away to a contract with a man who treated emotion
