Axel James King commands attention as the ultimate heartthrob - blessed with looks, wealth, and a trail of adoring girls. A world of opulence and glamour orbits around him until his gaze locks on Chloe Jones.
Chloe, the classic good girl, is all abo...
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Chloe was dressed in the tightest little red dress they could find. She had red lipstick on her lips, red nail polish on her nails. Chloe fumbled with her fingers as she waited for Andrew to call her. She glanced at Alexa; sleeping peacefully on the bed. Chloe smiled and leaned forwards to kiss her daughter's forehead.
She kept thinking about Maxim's words. Rose... He called her Rose. What did he mean? He had a weird look in his eyes when he said those words to her. He looked like he either wanted to murder her or rape her.
The door opened and Chloe's head whiplashed in the direction. A huge bodyguard stepped in. "Come with me" he ordered. Behind him, Roxy came in and smiled at Chloe.
"Don't worry about Alexa, I'll take care of her"
Chloe nodded. "Thanks"
She heaved a long, deep sigh and followed the guard. The nine inches heels were incredibly uncomfortable to wear. But Roxy has helped her a lot on how to do everything around here.
Before Alexa's birth, Roxy taught her how to work the pole, the high heels, and many other things she didn't know even existed.
The guard stopped and Chloe almost slammed into his back. She concealed her fears under a show of bravery. She looked up to see Andrew's office and her confidence dropped to zero.
