I heard the soft snick of the bedroom door closing and knew I was alone. I collapsed in a weakened heap on the floor and let out a soft sob. What the hell was I doing here? Who was this man? Tears poured down my cheeks in streams as I clutched at the fabric of the cheap dress my foster mother had made me wear just this morning. I didn’t want it mended, I wanted it burned. I choked on the lump in my throat as my thoughts reeled, feeling like I’d somehow been plucked from a world of dark misfortune and plopped into a fairy tale with a handsome Prince Charming with an enormous house that may as well be a modern-day castle. I wasn’t this girl. I didn’t fit in here. Fairy tales weren’t real and there was no such thing as a handsome prince coming to save me. Why did he even want me? Why had he paid so much for my time? I was a virgin. Didn’t men like him want an experienced woman who knew how to please them? When it came time to have sex with Asher Strong for the very first time under contract, when I would lose my virginity, how would that make me feel? Just having an orgasm at his deft hands and the enormous, rigid, steel length between his legs made me nearly lose my stomach.
