I woke up with pains all over my body. When I tried to move, I felt a strong grip around my waist. Beside me, Raymond was sleeping, his chest rising and falling steadily, his brow relaxed as though he did not carry the weight of the world even in his dreams.
I subtly reached out to touch his face, my fingers hovering over his sharp jaw, but I withdrew my hand. His actions the previous night were still imprinted on my body, not just on my skin but somewhere deeper, somewhere I could not easily ignore.
My gaze hardened. I remembered why I had gone to look for him in his office yesterday. I wanted to ask about the guy at the warehouse. I needed answers. But everything escalated so quickly. I remembered him pinning me down on the table and having his way with me. The memory sent a ripple of anxiety through my chest. When we signed this contract, he agreed to take it slow with me. But since his arrival yesterday, he has changed.
