AYLA
The air inside of me went all out again.
Not the way they had when Cassian Moretti's voice dragged down my spine slowly through the speaker of my phone.
Not the way they had when I'd been in his bed, with his male organ inside of me, thrusting and teasing every cell.
Not the way I'd felt breathless when he'd rocked my G-spot for long and my body had exploded in blissful oblivion.
Not that way.
This breathless griped my throat, forced me to my knees, and shoved itself into my mouth.
"We'd like to take over Prime Estate."
"We'd like to take over Prime Estate."
"We'd like to take over Prime Estate."
I blinked again. "What?"
Mr. Viktor smiled like it was the most sensible thing to do right now.
"Name your price and we'll give it to you."
My price.
He wanted me to name my price!
I could literally hear Cassian Moretti speaking through him.
This was a joke.
It had to be.
I wanted everything to be a joke.
