“Because I want to.” “I will not be your mistress, Adrian. Never.” “You won’t be.” “But you have a fiancée.” “Not anymore.” My lips part. “W-what?” “I got rid of her.” He takes a step forward. “Now, come down.” I stare at his hand, at the promise he’s offering and what he did. I said I didn’t want to be his mistress and he listened. He got rid of her.
