REBECCA

"If it involves giving you my body. I'll rather not take this offer." I said as Dominic laughed letting go of my hair.

“Don’t worry, Rebecca. You may not need to do that just yet perhaps later, if the need arises,” Dominic said, as my face contorted into a frown. The playful air around him faded almost instantly.

“I need a wife,” he continued. “The Chairman, my grandfather is threatening my position of succession if I don’t get married and give him an heir. And you seem like the perfect candidate for my bride.”

I couldn’t help but feel offended.

“How desperate do you think I am, Dominic?” I...