Olivia

I gathered my things, my stomach fluttering with nerves. Alexander had texted the address of a restaurant for tonight, along with instructions to "dress to impress." I hadn't agreed to stay at his penthouse yet, preferring the safety of my own apartment for now.

Over the next two weeks, Alexander and I fell into a rhythm. We'd meet for dinner at high--end restaurants, where photographers would conveniently appear, capturing images of us looking intimate ...