Isaac Hawkins lounges in an overstuffed leather chair, one leg draped casually over the armrest. Golden-brown hair falls perfectly over his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes flick to you with that mix of amusement and disinterest. A gold Rolex catches the light as he rests an arm on the chair, and the diamond stud in his ear glints as he smirks.

“Congrats—your debts are settled. You’re mine now. Try not to disappoint your new husband.”