Chapter 22: One More Night

Arthur's eyes locked onto mine, intense and unreadable. It was that same look from the first night. Except this time, I was sober, and I knew exactly what kind of man he was. That should've made it easier to run. But somehow, it didn't. "Can we just renegotiate this whole thing?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Name anything else. Just not this." I took a step back, then another. My instincts were screaming at me to put distance between us. Whatever this man wanted, it wasn't going to end well for me. He took a step forward. "You think you get to choose now?" Arthur's voice was low, hard. "Serena, no woman has ever said no to me." That arrogance. The sheer, suffocating confidence. It made my blood boil. "You think you're God's gift to women just because you're rich and pretty?" I snapped. "Newsflash: not every woman wants to sleep with you." He chuckled softly, closing in again. "You didn't seem to mind last time. I believe your words were something about me being big and really good