Megan’s POV

Two weeks had passed since I broke down because of Alexander. I’d been dodging him, keeping my distance, my heart raw from his flirty dominance, his promises, his control.

The mansion felt like a cage, his hazel eyes always watching, waiting for me to give in.

Breakfast this morning was tense, just us at the long dining table, his tatted arms flexing as he cut his steak, his voice low, flirty, trying to pull me in.

“You look good today, baby,” he said, his lips ...