Chapter 11

About an hour later, I'm laying in my bed completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep, but my mind just wouldn't shut off. I can't believe I am stuck on an island with a man that I do not recognize. I can't believe I was sold and bought to be someone's sex slave.

Who does that?

Criminals.

Ghost must be one. He has to be something for him to have this much money. We are on an island right now, and I can't help but know that the money isn't because he is a surgeon or a lawyer. No, we don't live anywhere close to a population that would require that, so I definitely crossed those two occupations off the list.

I can't forget about Rowen. Ghosts bodyguard. Why would Ghost even need a security guard? That question burns so deeply inside my head that I'm starting to get a headache.

A gentle knock flowed through my ears, and I realized that someone was knocking at my new bedroom door. That is undoubtedly not Ghost.

How do I know that?

Because I just felt a man like Ghos