CHAPTER ONE: WHORED OUT FOR A CONTRACT

NIX'S POV

I trailed beside Mr Alessandro, heels clicking on the marble floor of the upscale restaurant. The place was booked for the night, devoid of any souls except his leering friends.

This dinner was NDA tight and ironclad, away from the press and public eye.

Clinging onto his muscular arm, sheer gown swishing in the cool air, full breasts threatening to tumble free with each step.

Eyes zeroed on me as we got closer, looking at my frame like a full course meal. The air felt musty, laced with arousal.

At the long candle lit table were powerful men in expensive suits,...