Marriage Contract with a Stripper

d the decision she had made. But as consciousness fully returned, so did the memories, crashing over her like a tidal wave. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as she tried to push as

hake the feeling that she was walking into something much bigger than she realized. Something that could change her life in ways she couldn't yet comprehend. By the time 2 PM rolled around, Liv had changed into a simple yet elegant outfit-a black blouse and tailored pants that gave her an air of professionalism. She didn't have much in the way of high-end fashion, but she needed to look the part. This was her chance to make a first impression, to show Alex that she was serious about this arrangement. She grabbed her bag and made her way to the subway, her mind buzzing with anticipation and anxiety. The ride to Grayson Tower was a blur, the familiar sights of the city passing by in a haze. All she could think about was the conversation that lay ahead, the contract that would seal her fate. When she finally arrived at the imposing skyscraper, Liv paused for a moment, staring up at the gleaming glass facade. It was a monument to wealth and power, a physical representation of everything Alex had achieved. And now, she was about to step into that world, a world she had never been a part of. Taking a deep breath, Liv squared her shoulders and walked through the revolving doors, into the sleek, modern lobby. The air was cool, the floors polished to a mirror-like shine. Everywhere she looked, there were reminders of the wealth and influence that Alex Grayson commanded. A receptionist behind a large marble desk greeted her with a professional smile. "Welcome to Grayson Tower. How may I assist you?" "I'm here to see Mr. Grayson," Liv replied, her voice steady despite the nerves that twisted in her stomach. "I have an appointment." The receptionist nodded, her smile never wavering. "Of course, Ms. Monroe. Mr. Grayson is expecting you. Please follow me." Liv followed the receptionist to a set of private elevators at the back of the lobby. The woman swiped a keycard, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. "This elevator will take you directly to Mr. Grayson's office on the top floor," the receptionist said as she stepped aside. Liv nodded her thanks and stepped into the elevator. The doors closed behind her, and she was suddenly alone in the small, enclosed space. The elevator began its ascent, and Liv felt a rush of vertigo as the floors sped by, taking her higher and higher into Alex's domain. When the doors finally opened, Liv stepped out into a spacious, minimalist office, all glass and steel, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was impeccably designed, with sleek furniture and abstract art adorning the walls, but it was the man standing by the window that commanded her attention. Alex turned as she entered, his gaze cool and assessing. He was dressed in another perfectly tailored suit, his posture relaxed yet authoritative. He was every inch the powerful businessman, and as Liv met his gaze, she felt a flicker of doubt. She was so out of her depth here, so far removed from her own world. But it wa