Alexander emerged from the room not five minutes later in what could only be described as the most dapper suit ever made. He could never remove the fact that he was not built to be well-muscled and bulky, but his outfit commanded respect, nonetheless. Evelyn felt her knees begin to buckle and pushed her thumbnail into her palm, clasping her hands in front of her body, to try to center herself once more. There was a little stubble on his cheek, enough to cast a small shadow, which Evelyn had not noticed before and with all the self-control she could muster, forced herself not to swoon. All he had to do was say her name and this game of power would be over.

            “What do you think of my home so far?” Mara asked when they were all seated....

Please subscribe to keep reading.