Laura’s POV
The morning after my restless night, I found myself once again staring into the city from the window of the penthouse. It was strange how this place—so lavish and so far removed from everything I used to know—had quickly become a kind of home. Or maybe not a home, but a space I occupied. Nothing here felt like it belonged to me, and maybe that was the point. It wasn’t my life; it was his, Antonio.
I couldn’t get him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. Everything had changed after that contract was signed. The terms were clear, and I knew what was expected of me. And yet, I had been avoiding the inevitable conversation—about the one thing that mattered most in this agreement.
Sex.
We both knew it was coming. It was in the contract. But how was I supposed to approach
