I lay there on the couch, naked, cum still leaking from my sore pussy, my body completely wrecked from the endless night of fucking.

Damon had just gone to the kitchen to get water, and for the first time since signing that contract, I had a moment alone with my thoughts.

Something didn’t feel right.

I reached for my phone with shaky hands and opened the contract PDF again. This time, I read every single line carefully — not just the salary and benefits, but the fine print, the addendums, the clauses I had skimmed in my desperation.

My blood turned to ice.

"Christ! there was no real job."

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