The Game: the Billionaire and the Spiked Heel
I signed up for the game. He already stalked me.
If I walk into that warehouse, I’ll be prey. Twenty men hunting five women.
Get caught, and the man who claims you owns your next thirty days.
No refusals. No limits.
I should know better than to play. I have a business to build, bills to pay, and no patience for rich men who think they can buy whatever they want.
But then I see him.
Elijah Westwood. Blue collar pretender. Ultra rich. Completely certain I belong to him.
If he catches me, I’ll lose every argument I’ve ever made about men like him.
And if he doesn’t?
I might lose something far worse.
Once the game is over, walking away from Elijah might be the only move I can’t make.
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