**Megan’s POV**

“Lock the door behind you,” Alexander said, his voice low, flirty, his hazel eyes locked on me as I stepped into his office, my heart pounding, my hands trembling.

The glass walls were frosted, the city view dim, the room a mix of luxury and control, like a cage with velvet walls.

My black dress hugged my curves, my small bump showing, my heels clicking on the polished floor, my chest tight after the board meeting where he flaunted me as his pregnant wife.

I ...