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Chapter Ten
Zel
All of a sudden, I’m jolted awake and thrust into a darkness so thick that my heartbeat instantly increases in tempo.
Where am I?!
Why’s it so dark?!
Why are these sheets extra soft but the mattress isn’t soft enough?!
The set of questions encourages the racing in my chest to speed up faster as I frantically begin to seek answers. Immediately, I roll over, palm instinctively stretched out in expectation of colliding with my phone on the first gentle pat yet meet hot, chiseled flesh instead. Panic has me gliding my fingers cautiously upward along the bare chest of the person beside me, and each additional caress manages to calm me back down.
God, I even know my man in the dark.
Powerful steadiness lifts my stationary palm to the most peaceful rhythm.
It lowers.
Lifts.
Lowers.
Flawlessly keeps the pattern as if even in his sleep, he somehow commands perfection from himself.
I slightly smile and shake my head slowly before letting my heart that was trying to jackhammer itself out of my chest just moments ago completely bottom out. Tingles begin at the tips of my toes and wildly multiply throughout my system. Excitement and disbelief twist and tangle during every passing breath of realization.
I’m in Elias’s bedroom.
His. Room.
A loving, appreciative sigh thoughtlessly escapes my lips.
The man I both feared and was drawn to from the moment we first met has now done the one thing I never imagined he would.
It was evident by the contract that love was not on the ritzy, billionaire-approved menu. People don’t fall in love on a ticking clock. They use those to stop love from happening. Stop themselves from becoming attached. It’s why people like him, treat people like me as objects or possessions instead of humans they might develop real feelings for.
And I understand Elias.
I understand my part in his existence.
I am his doll.
Under contract.
Owned by him.
I am not meant to be loved, only adored like a limited-edition toy you’ll play with until something better or newer comes along, yet he brought me here to his bedroom.
He brought me to the one area in this penthouse he proclaimed he never would because it was too personal.
Too intimate.
An addendum to our contract he couldn’t fathom ever making.
But he did.
Which can only mean one thing.
