“Whenever I see you at the club, you’re drinking alcohol. If you’re going to be mine, then I want you to stay hydrated. Understand?” “Yours, Madame?” I walk over and touch his chin, tipping his head back. “You want to be mine, don’t you?” His breath hitches as his piercing green gaze bores into mine. “Yes, Madame.” “Good. Then I expect you to take care of what’s mine. Hydrate. Eat well. Exercise. Understood?”
