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“If Madame would like to freshen up,” she said demurely, bowed, and left with the man.
Kensley couldn’t make out whether she was forced to change into the dress or not. It seemed a bit ambiguous when they didn’t outright tell her what to do.
Biting her lip, she stepped into the magnificent bathroom, lined up with luxury-brand toiletries.
She took a vigorous shower, washed her hair, and then put on the clothes, which fit her like a glove. The dress was black and long, and it hugged her curves.
Panic started to take hold of her now that the surreality of the situation had worn off.
She had been kidnapped, and the person she needed most was Hunter. She shook her head and forced herself to be strong. She was going to get out of there. She was going to—
The door unlocked, and she stumbled backward as Hunter McLeod entered the room. Dressed in a suit, he somehow looked even more formidable than ever.
He had just showered. She could smell his cologne and the shampoo on his damp hair.
“I know I said I couldn’t take you with me where I was going, but I fucking lied,” he said as he slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, legs braced apart, magnificently male.
“I’m the son of one of the most dangerous crime lords. He died six months ago, and it’s my duty to take over where he left off. I’m now the new kingpin here.”
From his inside jacket pocket, he retrieved a rolled-up sheet of paper and placed it on the table beside him, along with a pen.
“This is your contract. It’s a marriage license. You’re my wife, and that’s not negotiable.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
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Kensley opened hermouth, then closed it.
“I’m a bad man, Kensley. This is my life now. And I’m a selfish bastard for making it your life too, but I don’t fucking care if I have to keep you chained to my bed so I can sleep with my cock inside you until the day I die.”
She started to laugh and cry at the same time.
“My grandfather would pick you as his man. Do you know what that means? He trusts you. You went to him, and when he told you about his heart condition, you arranged for the top surgeon to take care of him. When he told you about why my gran loves the garden so much, you offered to move them to Switzerland, where they met, in the exact same place with the exact same little garden that my grandfather tried to replicate.” She closed the distance between them.
“When I was seventeen, I walked in on my parents having a swinger’s orgy in our lounge. I was home early from school, and I wasn’t alone. There was this boy who was going to ask me out but was pretending he needed to be tutored. Can you imagine the stories there were about me?”
