BUT something about Wesley's charming smile and persuasive words had won her over. Again.
With a sigh, Charlotte signed the contract. Wesley's face broke into a wide smile as he took the paper from her.
"Excellent," he said, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "I'll have my lawyer look over it in the morning."
Charlotte watched him walk away, feeling a pang of doubt. What had she just gotten herself into?
As she lay in bed that night, Charlotte couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
Finally, she drifted off to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later with a start. She looked around the dark room, disoriented.
Where was she? Oh right, Wesley's mansion.
Charlotte threw off the covers and got out of bed. She quickly dressed and made her way downstairs, trying not to make any noise.
