"YOU officially my fiancée Miss Charlotte." Wesley echoed in the dimly lit room.
There was no response from the lady as she was lost in her own world. The idea of being a line with Wesley Jameson didn't ugur well with her. Although this is not the first time of being locked in room within, the difference was that she is sober. She peered into his active eyes which hovered about her.
If this was the price to a better life for her family. To be his.
Her mind played back to Stacy at the club who slept with every dick and harry to pay up bills. She shrugged. She won't have to give her body to several other men, just this maniac. He is handsome. She could manage.
Her eyes trailed back to him as he tolled with with some ceramics on his bedside table.
