Worshiped Him, Whipped By Him

g. Clothes, toiletries

, going to her father's quie

Thorne walked out of the elevato

s wit

as on his arm

suit, expensive, p

a shade Izzy often wore,

ered over it, th

che, fam

said. His voice

htly. Izzy stood beside him, a smu

going to cause any m

a warning, sh

resence, her v

down. "No,

name. It felt st

something – surprise? Ann

to her adori

to step forward, pres

his arm around her

display

t as honey, "we should get going. Th

Liv, then ba

ow. Taking on so much resp

rking her

iv. "She has impeccable taste. She'll be overseeing all the inter

the woman of the house, the fut

e wash over her. Di

w, Olivia," Marcus said, hi

ne, just a sta

g her the s

lf-deprecating smile. I

tand, Mr.

city for a while, but this w

. She nodded once to Marcus

n't loo

eks were a blur

tried to

walking in the woods

om the city, but sn

Izzy were i

charity events,

ting on Izzy, attent

rings for Izzy,

o Paris for Izzy

at least, the connection Izzy had succe

. It was like watching a movi

room at her father's city apartment, which she'd

a box of

ala invitations where she

anite

n dropped it into a t

time to

e building's incinerator chute

horne st

siting he

g in her hand

ou've been

e. Not hostile, not fr