Emily
Bronn's personality was always different whenever we were in bed. The way his dark blue eyes gazed at me, the way he showered my body with kisses, or the way he felt inside me—each moment was uniquely intense.
Two years had slipped by almost unnoticed, like sand through an hourglass.
My relationship with Bronn is hard to define. Despite lingering doubts, I often convince myself that our arrangement is normal.
But I have no right to complain. This is in exchange for the hundred thousand dollars, a luxurious lifestyle, and the prestige of being Bronn Martin's chosen woman!
Mr. Thompson, his butler, eyed me curiously while I was reviewing for my finals in the garden.
“Is there a problem?” I asked.
He cleared his throat. “Nothing to worry about, Miss Emily. Robert informed me tha
