I'm Not Your Whore!

ling windows draped in heavy velvet, and a bed so large it looked almost absurd. But n

handle of her suitcase. Adrian had left her here with nothing but a smirk and a

was no escape from this. The papers had been signed, the vows e

uld respond, it swung open, revealing a middle-aged woma

er," she said curtly, stepping into the room. "I

me kind of temporary arrangement,

chin. "I can take

e true, but I have my orders. Mr. Carlisle has made

at that meant-she wasn't here as a wife. She was here as a possession

ng from him," she sa

e a wardrobe prepared for you regardless. Mr

no doubt that Adrian wanted to parade her around lik

, gripping the edge of the windowsill. The estate stretched out bef

ng moment, she imagined what it would be like to throw herself ov

ftening just slightly. "Dinner is in an h

ed hard. "And

swering. "I wouldn't test

sill. It didn't matter what she wanted. Adrian had already made it

turned away from the window and pr