The Lethal Game of possession

♣️**CHAPTER ONE**♣️

"Oh, my head hurts" I murmured, grappling to silence the relentless beeping of the alarm clock.

Every inch of my bones hurt and I can feel the effect of last night's revelry lingering all over me like a heavy cloud.

I stumbled out of bed to freshen up, I felt the refreshing sensation sweeping from the crown of my head to the tip of my toenails.

I let the warm water run down my body, washing away the remnants of last night-the music, the laughter, the taste of something forbidden still lingering on my lips. My mind was foggy, but flashes of the evening flickered through my thoughts like pieces of a puzzle I couldn't quite put together.

The club. The drinks. The way my body felt light and reckless, lost in the night.

And then-him.

I shut my eyes, gripping the edges of the sink as I tried to steady myself. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, my dark eyes still hazy from sleep, my hair damp and clinging to my shoulders.

Who was he?

A deep breath. In and out. The details were blurry, but one thing was clear-I had spent the night with a stranger.

A *man.*

The realization sent a jolt through my chest. That had never happened before. I wasn't the type to wake up in an unfamiliar bed, to give in to impulses like that.

And yet, here I was.

Shaking off the nerves threatening to coil around me, I stepped out of the bathroom and into my tiny bedroom. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I grabbed it, heart pounding.

**Unknown Number:** *I hope you slept well, Luna.*

I froze, my breath hitching.

He knew my name.

♣️**CHAPTER TWO**♣️

My fingers tightened around the phone as I stared at the message.

*I hope you slept well, Luna.*

The words felt intimate, like a whisper against my skin. But they also carried a weight that sent a chill down my spine.

I didn't remember giving him my number.

Heart pounding, I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind racing through the blurry fragments of last night. His face was still a mystery-just fleeting impressions. The heat of his touch. The deep timbre of his voice. The way he had looked at me like he *knew* me.

And now, he had my number.

I hesitated before typing a response.

**Me:** *Who is this?*

Seconds passed. Then minutes. No reply.

I exhaled shakily, tossing the phone onto my bed. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe I had given him my number and just didn't remember. It wasn't like I had done this before-I didn't have a rulebook for one-night stands.

A knock at the door made me jump.

"Luna, you're going to be late for work!" My nanny's voice rang through the tiny apartment.

Shit. The café.

I scrambled to my feet, throwing on a simple dress and pulling my hair into a messy bun. There was no time to dwell on mystery texts or the stranger who had left an imprint on my skin. I had real-life problems-like making enough money to keep a roof over our heads.

Grabbing my bag, I rushed out of my room, planting a quick kiss on my nanny's cheek before heading out the door.

The morning air was crisp as I hurried down the cobblestone streets of Rome, weaving through the early rush of people. The café was only a few blocks away, nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The second I pushed open the door, the familiar scent of coffee and freshly baked bread wrapped around me.

"Luna! You're late again." Marco, my grumpy boss, shot me a disapproving look from behind the counter.

"Sorry, I overslept." I tied my apron around my waist and moved toward the register, ready to lose myself in work.

But just as I started taking orders, the bell above the door chimed.

And in walked the most breathtaking man I had ever seen.

Tall. Commanding. Devastatingly handsome.

My heart stuttered.

Because even though my memory was hazy, I *knew* those eyes.

And they were locked directly on me.

♣️**CHAPTER THREE**♣️

My breath caught in my throat.

The man standing in the doorway wasn't just attractive-he was *lethal*. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he carried an air of power so effortlessly that it made the small café feel too cramped, too *insignificant* to contain him.

But it was his eyes that held me captive.

Cold. Intense. A shade of blue so piercing that it sent a shiver down my spine.

Recognition hit me like a lightning strike. *It's him.*

The man from last night.

The stranger I had spent the night with.

My fingers tightened around the counter as he stepped forward, each movement precise and deliberate. Conversations around the café faded into white noise as he closed the distance between us.

"Luna."

He said my name with a familiarity that made my stomach twist. Deep, smooth, and laced with something I couldn't quite decipher.

I swallowed hard. "Do I-do I know you?"

A slow smirk curved his lips as if he found my question amusing.

"You don't remember?" His voice was like velvet, dangerously soft.

Heat crept up my neck. Of course, I *remembered*-at least, fragments of it. The feeling of his hands on my body. The warmth of his breath against my skin. The way he had made me feel like I was *his* for the night.

But I couldn't admit that.

"I-" My words tangled on my tongue, and Marco's impatient voice cut through the tension.

"Luna, take the man's order!"

I flinched, breaking eye contact. Right. I was at work. This was *not* the time to fall apart.

Forcing a professional smile, I reached for my notepad. "What can I get you?"

The man didn't even glance at the menu. "An espresso. And your time."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I hesitated. "I-I'm working."

His smirk didn't fade. "Then I'll wait."

And with that, he turned and walked toward a corner table, completely unbothered by the curious stares of the other customers.

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my pulse still racing.

Who *was* he?

And why did it feel like he wasn't just here for coffee-

But for *me*?

♣️**CHAPTER FOUR**♣️

I forced myself to focus on work, but it was impossible to ignore him.

Alexander.

I didn't know his name yet, but something deep in my gut told me that a man like him wasn't *just* a stranger from a one-night stand. He carried an energy-something dark, something powerful.

And now, he was here. Watching me. Waiting.

With every stolen glance in his direction, I found him sitting there, exuding effortless authority. His posture was relaxed, one hand cradling his tiny espresso cup, the other resting against the table, but his eyes never left me.

By the time my shift ended, my nerves were frayed.

I untied my apron, my fingers trembling slightly as I turned toward Marco. "I'm heading out."

He barely acknowledged me, too busy counting the register.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself before walking toward Alexander's table.

He looked up as I approached, his gaze pinning me in place. "Done pretending I don't exist?"

I swallowed. "I don't know what you want from me."

He leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. "You, Luna. I want *you*."

My breath hitched.

There was no hesitation in his words, no room for misinterpretation.

"I-I don't even know you," I managed to say, my voice weaker than I wanted it to be.

Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement? Challenge? "You knew me well enough last night."

Heat bloomed in my cheeks. "Last night was a mistake."

He exhaled slowly like he was indulging me. "Tell me you *regret* it."

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

Did I?

The logical part of me screamed *yes*. But my body-my traitorous, *foolish* body-remembered the way he made me feel.

Alexander saw my hesitation, and that knowing smirk returned. "That's what I thought."

Frustration bubbled inside me. "What do you *want* from me?"

He studied me for a moment before answering.

"A deal."

I frowned. "A deal?"

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "I own the biggest fashion empire in Italy, Luna. I'm a very busy man. But last night... you were a distraction I wasn't expecting."

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty.

"I don't do relationships," he continued smoothly. "But I also don't believe in leaving things unfinished."

My stomach twisted. "Unfinished?"

His gaze darkened, and suddenly, I felt like I was trapped in a game I didn't even know I was playing.

"You intrigue me, *dolcezza*," he murmured. "So here's my offer-you come with me. Spend one week in my world. No strings. No expectations. Just us."

My heart pounded against my ribs. "And if I say no?"

His lips twitched. "Then I'll leave. You'll never see me again."

A cold weight settled in my chest.

I *should* say no.

I *should* walk away.

But as I stared into those piercing blue eyes, I realized something terrifying.

I wasn't sure I *wanted* him to leave.

♣️**CHAPTER FIVE**♣️

I should have walked away. I should have told him no.

But instead, I stood there, trapped between logic and temptation, my pulse roaring in my ears.

Alexander watched me with a knowing patience, like a predator waiting for its prey to make the next move. His offer was insane-spend a *week* with him? In his world? No strings attached?

Everything about it screamed *danger*.

And yet...

"Why me?" I blurted out, my voice barely above a whisper.

His smirk deepened, but his answer was unsettlingly simple. "Because you're different."

I almost laughed. *Different?* I was just a struggling café worker trying to make ends meet, living in a city that barely noticed my existence.

But when Alexander said it, it sounded like a fact.

I licked my lips, my nerves spiraling. "What does that even mean?"

He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he was piecing together. "You're not afraid of me."

*Was that true?* Because my racing heart said otherwise.

"And you don't chase me like the rest." His voice dropped slightly, sending a shiver down my spine. "You don't even know who I am, do you?"

I shook my head. "No."

Something flickered in his eyes. "Good."

His answer made no sense, but before I could question it, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. "One week, *dolcezza*. Say yes, and you'll see things you've never imagined."

My stomach twisted.

I wasn't stupid. I knew men like him didn't just show up in people's lives without a reason. He wasn't a man who stumbled into accidents-he was calculated.

And yet... there was something about him that called to me.

A dark promise. A silent challenge.

I swallowed. "And if I say no?"

His jaw ticked, but he remained composed. "Then I walk away." A pause. "But let's be honest, Luna-you don't want me to."

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

Because he was right.

I didn't want him to leave.

I hated that I didn't.

Before I could overthink it, the words slipped from my lips.

"One week."

His smirk was slow, deliberate. "That's my girl."

And just like that, my fate was sealed.

♣️**CHAPTER SIX**♣️

The moment the words left my lips, I knew there was no turning back.

Alexander's smirk deepened, satisfied yet unreadable, like he had just won a game I didn't even realize I was playing. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a sleek black card, and slid it across the table.

"Be ready by eight tomorrow morning," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "A car will pick you up."

I stared at the card without touching it. "Where are we going?"

His gaze flickered with amusement. "You'll find out soon enough."

My stomach twisted, a war raging inside me. This was recklessly insane but the pull of curiosity was stronger than the voice in my head telling me to run.

Alexander stood, buttoning his suit jacket with effortless precision. The café suddenly felt too small for his presence, as if the walls themselves bent around him. He leaned in slightly, his lips a breath away from my ear.

"Don't be late, *dolcezza*."

And then he was gone.

I sat there, gripping the edge of the counter, my fingers trembling slightly.

What had I just agreed to?

###

The next morning, I stood outside my apartment, a small suitcase by my side, shifting nervously on my feet.

I had barely slept. Every possible scenario played in my head-Was this a mistake? Was he dangerous? Was I walking into something I couldn't handle?

But deep down, something inside me *wanted* this. The thrill, the mystery. For the first time in my life, I wasn't just surviving-I was *living*.

At exactly 8:00 AM, a sleek black car pulled up.

The driver stepped out, dressed in a crisp suit, and opened the door for me. "Miss Luna?"

I swallowed hard and nodded before sliding inside.

The leather seats smelled of luxury, and the city passed in a blur as we drove. My fingers curled around my phone, debating whether to text my nanny, but what would I even say?

*I'm spending a week with a stranger who makes my heart race and my body weak?*

Yeah. That wouldn't go over well.

Instead, I exhaled slowly and leaned back, letting Rome fade into the background.

I had no idea where Alexander was taking me.

But something told me my life would never be the same again.

♣️**CHAPTER SEVEN**♣️

The car wove through the streets of Rome, past grand cathedrals and bustling piazzas, before heading toward the outskirts of the city. My fingers drummed nervously against my thigh as we crossed a long, stone bridge stretching over glistening waters.

An island.

My pulse quickened. *He lives here?*

The driver remained silent, his focus on the road as we approached an estate that looked like it belonged in a dream.

No, not a dream. A *kingdom.*

Tall iron gates parted without a sound, revealing a sprawling villa nestled against the sea. Elegant archways and ivory columns stood against the backdrop of clear blue skies, surrounded by perfectly trimmed hedges and fountains that belonged in Renaissance paintings.

I had never seen anything like it.

The car stopped at the entrance, and before I could fully process my surroundings, the driver stepped out and opened the door.

"Mr. Alexander is waiting for you inside."

I swallowed hard and nodded, gripping my suitcase tighter as I stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. My breath hitched slightly as I took it all in-the sheer *wealth* surrounding me was dizzying.

I wasn't supposed to be here.

And yet, here I was.

The large doors opened before I could knock, revealing a man in his late forties, dressed in a sharply pressed suit. His posture was stiff, his expression unreadable.

"Miss Luna," he greeted, his voice deep and formal. "Follow me."

I stepped inside, my eyes widening. The interior was just as breathtaking-high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, marble floors that gleamed under the soft glow of golden lights, and walls decorated with oil paintings that probably cost more than my entire existence.

The man led me down a long corridor before stopping in front of a set of double doors. He knocked once before pushing them open.

And there he was.

Alexander.

He stood near a floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of dark liquor in his hand, watching the waves crash against the shore. The light from outside cast sharp shadows over his chiseled jawline, his tailored suit fitting him like a second skin.

He didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip from his glass before finally speaking.

"You came."

I licked my lips, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I said I would."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he finally turned to face me. His gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of my presence.

"Good," he murmured. "Because once you step into my world, Luna..."

He took a step closer, the air between us shifting.

"There's no turning back."

♣️**CHAPTER EIGHT**♣️

The room felt warmer, charged with an energy I didn't know how to name.

Alexander's words hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken meaning. *There's no turning back.*

I should have been scared.

But all I felt was anticipation.

"You say that like I've already made my choice," I said, tilting my chin up.

His smirk deepened. "Haven't you?"

I swallowed hard. He was right-I had already stepped into his world the moment I got into that car.

Alexander set his glass down on a nearby table and closed the space between us. He didn't touch me, but his presence alone made my skin tingle with awareness.

"I have rules, Luna." His voice was low, and controlled, but there was something darker beneath the surface. "If you stay here, you follow them."

A shiver ran down my spine. "Rules?"

"Yes." His gaze locked onto mine. "You'll live under my roof, eat at my table, and when I call for you, you come."

My breath caught at the way he said it like it was law.

"Anything else?" I challenged, trying to mask the fact that my pulse was racing.

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Just one more thing."

I waited, heart hammering.

"You don't fall in love with me."

The statement was so unexpected that I almost laughed. "That won't be a problem," I shot back, forcing a smirk.

His lips twitched, but there was something unreadable in his expression, something almost... calculating. "Good."

Silence stretched between us, thick with an unspoken challenge.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned and gestured toward the door. "Come. I'll show you to your room."

I hesitated for half a second before following him down the hallway, my mind still spinning.

I had stepped into Alexander's world.

But I had no idea if I would make it out unscathed.

♣️**CHAPTER NINE**♣️

The hallway stretched long and quiet, the only sound coming from the faint echo of our footsteps against the polished marble floor.

Alexander walked ahead of me, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The man moved like he owned the very air around him-because he did. This was *his* world, and I was just a guest... or something far more dangerous.

He stopped in front of a door near the end of the corridor and pushed it open. "This will be your room."

I stepped inside, my breath catching.

The space was nothing short of breathtaking-large windows overlooking the sea, sheer white curtains billowing softly in the breeze. A massive bed sat in the center of the room, draped in the finest silk sheets. Everything about it screamed luxury, from the dark oak furniture to the plush armchairs near the fireplace.

"This is... too much," I admitted, turning to him. "I don't belong here."

Alexander leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression. "You do now."

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine.

I set my suitcase down near the closet and turned to face him fully. "What exactly am I supposed to do here, Alexander? You say I'm in your world, but what does that even mean?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. He just studied me, his blue eyes holding something deep-something I couldn't quite name.

Then, with the same cool detachment, he said, "You'll accompany me when I ask. Attend dinners and events. Stay close, and don't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

A nervous laugh escaped me. "*That's your deal? Be your what? Your arm candy for a week?"

His lips curved slightly, though there was no humor in it. "If that's what you want to call it."

Something about his tone made me uneasy. There was more to this than he was letting on.

"And after the week?" I asked.

"You go back to your life."

I frowned. "Just like that?"

Alexander pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, the space between us shrinking.

"Just like that," he murmured.

But something in his voice told me it wouldn't be that simple.

I inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the way my heart betrayed me by racing at his proximity. "Fine. One week."

His smirk was slow, knowing. "Good girl."

Heat flushed through me at the way he said it.

Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving me standing there with the unsettling realization that I had just made a deal with a man who played by his own rules.

And something told me I was already in way over my head.

♣️**CHAPTER TEN**♣️

The moment Alexander left, silence swallowed the room.

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. *What the hell did I just agree to?

One week. That's what he said. A week of living under his roof, attending events, and following his rules. I should have felt trapped. Instead, my pulse raced with something else, something I can't even explain..

Shaking off the thought, I walked over to the massive bed and sat down. The mattress was ridiculously soft, the kind of luxury I'd only seen in magazines. My entire apartment could probably fit inside this room.

I glanced at the door Alexander had walked through, my mind still tangled in the way he had looked at me. Like he was testing me. Like he already knew the outcome of a game I didn't even know we were playing.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

I needed to get a grip.

I stood up and wandered toward the closet, hesitantly pulling it open. My breath hitched.

Inside, an entire wardrobe awaited dresses, silk blouses, and designer shoes. Everything was new, untouched.

Had he... *planned* this?

Before I could dwell on it, a soft knock at the door made me turn.

"Miss Luna?"

The voice was female, polite yet firm.

"Yes?" I called back.

The door opened slightly, revealing a woman dressed in a crisp black uniform. She looked to be in her late forties, her blonde hair tied neatly into a bun.

"My name is Bianca. I'm Mr. Alexander's house manager. I'm here to assist you with anything you need."

House manager. Of course, he had one.

"Uh, thank you, Bianca," I said, still feeling like I didn't belong here. "I'm fine."

She nodded, then glanced at the untouched closet. "Mr. Alexander requested that you be ready by seven for dinner. There's a dress for you to wear."

I blinked. "Dinner?"

"Yes, miss. With him."

My stomach twisted.

"Right," I said slowly. "Okay."

Bianca gave a slight bow and left, the door clicking shut behind her.

I turned back to the closet, my fingers grazing over the fabrics. *What have I gotten myself into?*

###

By the time seven o'clock arrived, I was dressed in a sleek black gown that hugged my figure in all the right places. The silk felt like a second skin, the slit at my thigh just high enough to make me self-conscious.

I stared at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back.

I had never worn anything this expensive in my life.

Another knock pulled me from my thoughts.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened, and my breath caught.

Alexander stood there, dressed in a black suit that looked like it had been made just for him. His presence filled the room instantly, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me.

His eyes swept over me, slow and deliberate.

"Perfect," he murmured.

Heat rose to my cheeks, but I masked it with a small smirk. "I assume you approve, then?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. "I wouldn't have chosen the dress if I didn't."

Of course, he had chosen it.

Before I could respond, he extended a hand.

"Shall we?"

I hesitated for only a moment before slipping my hand into his.

And just like that, I let him lead me deeper into his world.

♣️**CHAPTER ELEVEN**♣️

Alexander led me through the grand hallways of his estate, his grip firm yet effortless. I focused on steadying my breath, but it was impossible with him so close.

The dining room was nothing short of breathtaking. A long table stretched across the space, adorned with crystal glassware and flickering candlelight. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the ocean beyond, waves crashing against the shore in the fading twilight.

The air felt thick with something unspoken as Alexander pulled out a chair for me.

"Sit," he murmured.

I did, smoothing my hands over my dress as he took his seat across from me.

Within seconds, a team of staff appeared, placing down delicate plates of food. Everything looked rich and extravagant. I suddenly felt out of place, like a street girl who had stumbled into a royal banquet.

Alexander picked up his glass of wine and studied me over the rim.

"You're nervous."

I scoffed lightly, picking up my glass. "And what makes you think that?"

He tilted his head. "You haven't touched your food."

I sighed, glancing down at the perfectly arranged plate. He wasn't wrong.

I forced myself to take a bite, the flavors exploding on my tongue. It was delicious, of course, it was, but I was too distracted to enjoy it.

"Tell me, Luna," Alexander mused, swirling his wine. "Do you always question the intentions of men who give you expensive dresses and invite you to dinner?"

I arched a brow. "Only the ones who refuse to tell me why they did."

His lips curved into that maddening smirk. "Does there need to be a reason?"

"Yes," I said, leaning forward. "Because men like you don't do things without one."

For a moment, silence stretched between us. His blue eyes locked onto mine, assessing, calculating.

Then, he set his glass down.

"You're right," he admitted. "I don't do things without reason."

I braced myself. "And what's your reason for this?"

His smirk faded, replaced by something darker. More serious.

"I need something from you," he said simply.

My pulse spiked.

*There it is.*

I swallowed. "What is it?"

He leaned forward slightly, the candlelight casting sharp shadows across his features.

"For the next week, you will be by my side, as I said. But I need more than just your presence, Luna."

I gripped my glass tighter. "More?"

He exhaled, his expression unreadable. "I need you to be convincing."

Confusion flickered across my face. "Convincing... as what?"

His eyes never left mine as he spoke his next words.

"As my fiancée."

The air in the room shifted instantly.

My breath hitched. My grip on the glass faltered. I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

*Fiancée?*

I stared at him, waiting for some sign that this was a joke. A cruel test. But Alexander never joked.

"Excuse me?" I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned back in his chair, entirely unfazed. "You heard me."

A million thoughts crashed through my mind. "You expect me to pretend to be your fiancée? For an entire week?"

"Yes," he said smoothly. "And before you protest, I suggest you listen carefully to what I'm offering you in return."

I swallowed hard, my hands trembling beneath the table.

Whatever this was, whatever game he was playing...

I had just stepped into the center of it.

♣️**CHAPTER TWELVE**♣️

The words *as my fiancée* echoed in my head, rattling me more than I wanted to admit.

I stared at Alexander, searching his face for any trace of humor. A smirk, a flicker of amusement-anything to tell me he was joking.

But he wasn't.

"You can't be serious," I finally said.

He arched a brow. "Do I look like a man who jokes about things like this?"

No. He absolutely did not.

I set my fork down, my appetite gone. "Why me? You barely know me."

"I don't need to know you," he replied smoothly. "I need you to play a role, and you happen to fit the part."

I narrowed my eyes. "What part?"

He leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully. "An engaged man commands respect. It keeps certain... *problems* at bay."

Something about the way he said it made my skin prickle.

"What kind of problems?"

His jaw tightened slightly. "The kind that doesn't concern you."

I huffed, crossing my arms. "So, let me get this straight-you want me to pretend to be your fiancée for a week to help *you* with whatever *problems* you won't tell me about?"

"Correct."

"And what exactly do *I* get out of this?"

Alexander smirked like he had been waiting for me to ask. "One week, and you'll never have to worry about money again. I'll make sure of it."

I sucked in a sharp breath.

My heart pounded against my ribs, torn between common sense and the undeniable temptation of his offer.

One week. That was all.

One week of playing his game in exchange for financial freedom. No more worrying about rent. No more struggling to put food on the table for my nanny and me.

It was almost too good to be true.

Which meant it probably was.

I licked my lips, my voice steady. "What exactly would I have to do?"

His gaze darkened slightly. "You'd live here, attend events with me, behave as any fiancée would."

A shiver ran down my spine. "And what does that mean?"

He held my gaze for a long moment before speaking.

"It means you'll be *mine* for the week, Luna."

Heat rushed to my cheeks at the way he said it-possessive, final.

"And if I say no?" I challenged.

Alexander's expression remained unreadable. "Then you walk away tonight, and we never speak of this again."

The finality of his words made my stomach twist.

*Was this a deal with the devil?*

I thought of my nanny. Of the cafe barely keeping us afloat. Of the bills piling up.

One week.

I could survive one week.

I took a slow breath, lifting my chin. "Fine."

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Good girl."

I should have been more afraid of what I had just agreed to.

Because I had the feeling that once I became *his* even just for a week, there would be no turning back..