Owned By the Billionaire
I came to the club for one reason—desperation.
Rent overdue. Tuition unpaid. One month away from losing everything.
I was supposed to blend into the background, scope the place out, and maybe—maybe—find a rich man willing to help a broke college girl in need.
I never expected him.
Roman Wolfe doesn’t offer help. He takes.
The second his dark, possessive gaze locks on me, I know I’m in trouble. He doesn’t ask my name. He doesn’t care about my past. All he wants to know is one thing: how fast can I belong to him?
One month. That’s what he offers. One month as his—in his bed, in his penthouse, in his control—and he’ll wipe out my debt like it never existed.
I should say no.
But then he touches me. And suddenly, I forget what no even means.
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