Alek tilts his head to the side as he strokes his chin, deep in thought. He is clearly gauging my sincerity. But when I think about Saint, about him telling me to do what I must to survive, I play the role Alek has wanted me to this entire time.
“Thank you.”
He continues watching me as he rolls back in his chair, leaving a small space in front of him. “Come.”
I walk toward him without hesitation but with baby steps. Up until a few minutes ago, I was fighting Alek every chance I could, so I need to do this slow. He wants me to kneel, just as I’ve seen Zoey do many times before.
With Saint gone, he is now my мастеp, and I am to treat him that way. But submitting to this asshole stoops me to a new level of shame.
Alek is testing me because I know it’s going to take a lot more than a wigg
