These kinds of men have different meanings of ownership. Alexi pauses and looks down into his glass as he swirls the ice, considering my question it seems and slides his drink down on the table between his feet, before pushing it away and returning to a casual pose.

‘’It means exactly what it sounds like … You belong to me and while I own your ass, you live here, work for me, and don’t do anything without my permission. It’s that simple.’’ He gives nothing away with tone or expression and I inhale slowly, trying to calm my internal rattled pounding nerves. I raise both brows this time and give...