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“Shelby, the first time hurts, but after a while, you won’t even notice it. You need to relax. I promise this is the only part that hurts. The rest will be fun. I don’t think anyone has ever pampered you before; let me be the first. And not because Mr. Armstrong has demanded it, but because you deserve it.” Cecilia places the wax strip down and gestures for me to return to the bed.

“You can do the nice stuff but leave my pussy alone. Give me a razor, and I’ll shave my legs.”

I really don’t want to be subjected to anymore waxing. I’ve burned my hands in hot water and on the stove at the restaurant, but that pain was nothing in comparison to having the hair pulled straight off my pussy.

“I was in your position.” Lena pushes up from the chair she’s sitting in and wraps her arms around her chest. “Probably even worse. I didn’t even have a trailer to live in. I spent my nights on the streets because it was better than being at home with an abusive father.”

“Lena.” I step forward unsure what to do or say. I’ve only known this woman for an hour, and that’s a very personal thing to reveal.

“It’s all right. I’ve come to terms with it, but only thanks to Max and Eaton. Max and I are married. I went through the beauty treatment when I first came here. I had my pussy waxed, and you know what? It hurt like hell, but afterward I felt free. I felt like a normal person for the first time in ages because someone cared enough to do something for me. I know that sounds strange because Eaton and Max are strong men. I also know Eaton has told you that you are his. In your mind, that probably means so many bad things, but in reality, it’s not. He will treat you like a princess if you give him a chance. Neither of those two men will do bad things to you, not like my father used to do to me.”

I feel the tears prick in my eyes. I thought my life was bad, but it’s nothing in comparison to what Lena went through. I never really knew my father. I may have lived in poverty, wondering when my next meal would be, but I’ve never been abused.

“I’m sorry. I think I’m just a bit overwhelmed with everything. Yesterday I was wondering whether I’d go home and find my mom overdosed, and today I’m God knows where in a room so big it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I should be more grateful. I’m sorry.” I place the curling tongs on the dressing table as I make my way back to the bed and nod toward Cecilia, confirming she can continue what she’s doing.

“You will feel overwhelmed for the next few weeks, Shelby, and not just because someone is looking after you for the first time, but because Eaton has strict rules. He’s not a man to be messed with. You are his, no matter what. Accept that and do what he says.”

“Okay.”

I lie back down on the bed while Lena’s words echo around in my head, consuming me with concern for her and worry that I need to obey Eaton. I know nothing about him, which scares me.

I’m so caught up in my thoughts, I don’t even realize Cecilia has finished waxing all over my body until she says, “All done with the horrible stuff. Now let’s get on with the fun stuff. We need to sort those nails. There’s nothing better than a nice manicure to make a person feel special.”

Cecilia holds out a robe for me to wear. I slide my arms into it, looking down at my now totally hairless body. It’s strange, I’ve never thought about shaving before. A razor blade seemed like an unnecessary expense. However, I like how my legs look now. Reaching down I stroke them. Smooth to the touch.

“I must admit you were right about the waxing. How often do I have to suffer it, though?”

Cecilia laughs. “Every three to six weeks, depending on how quickly the hair grows back. I’ll start you on some permanent hair removal treatment, which will provide you with a more long-term solution.”

I gulp. “Permanent! How much is that gonna hurt?”

“Not at all. Don’t worry.”

Cecilia motions for me to sit at the dressing table and begins to do my nails. I feel a bit disgusted when I see how much grime she removes from underneath them. It’s another part of my body I’ve not looked after.

“What is Eaton’s actual job?” I ask Cecilia as she pushes back my cuticles and applies false nails to a couple of my fingers where the nails are badly broken. “I’ve only seen this bedroom, which is massive, and his private jet. He must be very wealthy. I get the feeling he has lots of staff working for him.”

I’m feeling a bit more relaxed with this treatment, and I want to know about the man who everyone keeps telling me I belong to. Cecilia glances toward Lena, and a look I can’t interpret passes between them.

Lena answers. It appears Cecilia is only here to carry out the beauty treatments.

“What do you know about Vegas?” Lena asks.

“Er…it’s like the capital city of casinos. One of the richest places in America.” I might not have a fantastic education, but there are certain things I do know, mainly from listening to tourists passing through the diner.

“And Eaton told you we’re in Vegas?”

“Yes, although judging by the fact there’s nothing but desert around us, I’m thinking he might have been lying. I was told there were hotels and buildings everywhere.”

“No, he wasn’t lying. We’re in his mansion on the outskirts of Vegas. There’s acres upon acres of land here, and the nearest neighbor is miles away. It’s very private, the way he likes it, but it’s close enough to the city for him to do his business. He owns one of the biggest casinos on the strip.” Lena opens the curtain as she speaks, giving me the view of the endless desert again.

I’m not sure whether to be scared or happy that the nearest neighbor is miles away. We really are in the middle of nowhere.

“The strip. That’s the main street in Vegas, isn’t it?” I question. Trying to clarify what I know in my head.

“It is.”

“Well, I’ll be, he’s probably richer than I thought. I once watched a film where a group of people stole one hundred and sixty million, I think it was, from a casino. I wasn’t born when they released the film originally, but I managed to sneak into the cinema during a special anniversary performance. Someone had shown me a picture of Brad Pitt performing in it, and I wanted to check if he was just as hot on the big screen.” I chuckle.

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