"So, do you agree to this... Ms. Aliyu?" His tone was smooth, arrogant-like velvet over steel. Aisha's eyes lifted, steady and unbothered. "...Yeah. But on my terms." "Terms?" His brow arched, amused... for now. She crossed one leg over the other, deliberate. Dangerous. "First-I'm not your employee. You don't own me." His jaw tightened. He leaned in, gaze darkening with curiosity-and something else. She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. "And most importantly..." Her voice dropped. Her eyes hardened. "No. Catching. Feelings." A challenge. A warning. A lie waiting to happen. Aisha Aliyu is a bold, vibrant final-year interior design student, drowning in bills and craving more than just survival. Curious, a little reckless, and hungry for control over her own life, she signs up for an elite escort service. She expected money. Power. A little thrill. She didn't expect Michael J. Donovan. A self-made billionaire with ice in his veins and control issues in his blood. He doesn't do love, and he certainly doesn't entertain women who talk back. But when Aisha sets her terms? He signs-just to watch her try to hold the line. Two lives. One contract. No strings. No feelings. No way out. But rules were made to be broken, and some hearts... were made to be undone.