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

It's been a week since I saw a Ghost. After that lovely dinner we had a week ago, he dismissed me to my room. I didn't argue about him dismissing me, I was happy to get the fuck away from that man.I went into my bedroom with my head high and slammed the door. Once I slammed that door, did the tears I had been holding back to pour down my face faster than I could wipe them away.I woke up the next morning, made sure I was dressed in something appropriate for breakfast and headed downstairs, going to wait for him just as he ordered me to do. It wasn't that I wanted to do as he ordered me, it was simply for the fact that I didn't wish to anger him more than I had the previous night. He paid millions of dollars to have me as his sex slave, and I'm not exactly in a rush to become what I was bought for. I want to put that off as long as possible. I don't want his body touching mine, and I definitely don't want his cock inside me. I didn't even know whether I was a virgin or not. My memor

The next morning, my belly is hurting over how much ice cream I ate last night. I don't even remember how long I cried for. I just know it had been well into the night when I finally ran out of ice cream, and that had only caused me to cry more. The emotions rushing through my body were too much for me to take. I knew I was supposed to be downstairs right now, sitting at the dining room table, and waiting like a good girl for Ghost, but fuck him. After what he did to me last night, I'm not in the mood to play sweet obedient sex slave. I'm laying in my bed and bundled up like a burrito, when I suddenly heard my door being swung open. I jerked upwards and when I did, my eyes landed on a very pissed off Ghost storming into my room, a cold snarl already on his lips. “It seeks you have forgotten the rules while I was away, my little slave,” he growled, and walked closer to my bed, causing my pulse to spike. “I didn't forget,” I mumbled and laid back down in my bed, and used the blan