Nicole Harper
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I hated living with rich people. When my curtains automatically parted the next morning, causing the sunlight to shine directly on my face, I was more than ready to commit murder.
The automatic curtains forced everyone to wake up earlier than they wanted to. I guess it was a rich people thing as they wanted people to get up and get to work, but it was a freaking Saturday!
I woke up sore in places I didn’t know could be sore, I was sore on my thighs, hips, the skin between my legs, and even my scalp from where he’d pulled my hair.
The sheets smelled like him. I didn’t know what particular scent he had but it was peculiar and I would recognize it anywhere.
I rolled over, buried my face in the pillow, and groaned. What the hell had I done?
I’d let him blindfold me, l
