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“You’re going to lock me in a dark room, aren’t you? And you’re going to make me work for you—you’re probably going to make me wear some ridiculous maid outfit, aren’t you?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“That’s not a bad idea,” he slightly turned his head to me with a grin.

“You’re taking me to the club,” I demanded.

“Too late. We’re already here,” he said as we stopped at two large gates.Holy fuck… This place is huge.

CHAPTER 7

Nirah

MY HEART DROPPED as the huge black gates opened to a spacious front yard—lined with beautiful green plants and cars.Woah.

He went past security and drove down a lengthy driveway.

His house—more like a fuckingfortress—was painted a off white color. The place exuded European elegance. It had multiple stories with tall, rectangular windows arranged in neat rows. A wide, winding driveway led up to the front entrance, bordered by low-cut grass and vintage-style lanterns.

This place was insane. I was stunned and partially afraid.

Slowly, I turned my head to look at him. “Are you in the mafia?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him in suspicion and he grinned, turning the steering wheel.

“Why? You scared?” he taunted, putting the car in reverse.

I swallowed hard, watching him turn back with one hand behind my seat as he reversed between two other cars. He turned the engine off and looked at me with a little devil behind his eyes.

“If you’re not I’m going to beverydisappointed,” I mused, crossing my arms over my chest as I slightly turned to him.

“If I tell you, I’m going to have to kill you,” he replied with a hint of foolishness. Though, a large part of me feared that it wasnota joke.

I placed one hand on the center console and the other on his thigh as I leaned in towards him. I dropped my eyes to his lips. “I know how to keep a secret,” I whispered. My fingers lightly grazed the inside of his thigh, and his green eyes lingered on my lips as he hung onto every word.

I pulled back with a timid smile, sinking into the seat and amusement flickered behind his eyes.

“And why am I at your house, Jack the stalker?”

“Because you have nowhere else to go right now. Or am I wrong?”

I looked back out at his house then at him. I shook my head and he got out.

With trembling hands I opened the door and stepped out—following behind him. He opened the front door and moved back with his hand still on the handle so that I could walk in first. The air inside was chilly, and a draft of cleanliness brushed against me.

Looking ahead, I was met with a huge foyer and two sets of stairs on either side, rounding as they lead upstairs.

To my left was a living room but I couldn’t see any further. To my right was a wall with two doors and further down a hallway. The place looked surprisingly good seeing as it was owned by him.

“No,Denver,” a feminine voice seethed and my head snapped up to his assistant that I had met at the cafe, elegantly walking down the stairs. “He wants them in tomorrow. What my boss wants, he gets. Make it work before I come in there and—” she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, seeing us staring at her. “Just get it done,” she barked before ending the phone call.“Wait. Don’t tell me,” she strutted towards us. “You knocked her up.”

“You didn’t tell me this was a hooker house,” I said, looking back at him and his assistant glared at me.

“Says thehookerhe just dragged in,” she snapped back.

“Be nice,” he warned and I smiled at her.

“Yeah. Be nice,Tiffany.”I don’t even know if her name is Tiffany. She just looks like a Tiffany.

“You too,” he said to me and I looked him up and down before rolling my eyes.

“Not on your payroll,sweetness. Don’t tell me what to do,” I drawled, taking a few steps into the house as I glanced around the dark color scheme. “He has surprisingly good taste,” I murmured to myself.