"P-please s-sir...it's not what you're thinking." Finally she mustered up the courage to speak these words. Her voice pleading and eyes desperate to get away from him. "I don't give a flying fuck! I paid for you and now you're going to do what you're supposed to do!" He hissed at her face making her large hazel eyes to broaden in fear. Carlos Knight wasn't supposed to see her but yet he did. The way her body moves to the rhythm of the tune was erotic for him, giving him a hard on and he knows he needs to have her, but what he didn't know is the seductress of a belly dancer is none other than his own personal assistant. What will Grace Dallas do, when she finds out that the client who paid in millions just to watch her dance for him alone at his penthouse was none other than her boss. Read to find out a story full of Dark Romance, erotism, passion, needs, misunderstandings, hate and crazy obsession of love. WARNING ⚠️ EXPLICIT CONTENT! (This is sample only!)