Chapter 118

• I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling as though I were draped in a provocative nightgown. There was no way in hell I would indulge his desires by wearing this dress. My eyes flickered to the clock—1 PM exactly. Without hesitation, I darted to my closet and pulled out my favorite oversized sweater, the one that always brought me comfort. It was white, loose, and long enough to cover my backside.
• A wicked grin spread across my lips as I admired myself in the mirror one last time. "Perfect."
• Descending the stairs, I searched for the dining room. The door to my right stood wide open, almost as if it were beckoning me inside. I hesitated briefly before stepping across the threshold into a vast room dominated by a massive wooden table stretching across its length.