Only His On Paper
y Headquarters like a shadow.
y a word. Just opene
hter even though the car was wa
ust sold a ye
raded it,
y sky. Angry taxis. My face staring back a
p sat th
act. Sign
ate t
see the top. All glass and stone. The kind of place th
door. Arms crossed. Lips pressed
. Not warm. Not kind. Not
Marble floors, spotless walls. It sm
f homes like this
ghter. Smells of garl
floors and
me toward a private elevator. "There are seventeen claus
ent
heet of paper. Th
meal expectations. No personal guests. No press inter
owly, barel
g hallway that looked like someth
not permitted in the east wing unless accompanied. That includes
before I coul
ulder. "You signed a contract.
Clothes lined the walls. Black. Navy. G
in-house stylist. You don'
on the rack. I could tell from the fab
wear what you're told. This marriage
pposed to say? That I felt li
m with cream walls and gold
. Tomorrow you'll attend a charity gala with Mr. Kingsle
go but pause
ead Clause Seven
en she
hand. My throat was tight. My c
e. These
Dress code. Event etiquette. Clause Seven was about keeping a public dista
ause Se
ng the east wing, will be considered a breach of contract, su
jail. But with
down. My eyes burned. I didn't want t
up. Quiet
walk would c
hallway, bare feet
ce felt t
. Just looking. Trying to rem
y open. Dark wood. Just enou
ked i
differe
low table. A black grand piano in the corner. Bookshelves
pped
rned just slightly a
Na
ot anyone I'
was
ink, I heard the click
en his
eady. D
read Clause
od in the doorway. No tie. Collar open. Still sha
't mean to
matter," he sa
art p
just, I didn't kno
n this wing." His eye
appeared. Silent f
" she said. "Yo
rapped. My feet roo
an anything,
. Just one step. But
s house says something. Even
omething flicke
er. Not
lse. Then i
ell if it was from shame... or the way
rned
Ava. Break one again, an
door shut behind
A stranger in a house m
t p
in Damia
't just a
ngs I wasn't s
tanding on that desk.
hought that this wa
fest lie I'd tol