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“I’m thinking I’m in hell,” she mutters.

She might be right. A lot of people have referred to me as a devil disguised in a suit. The thing is, she just doesn’t realize yet how good it can be to live on the dark side.

When we reach my floor, the doors slide open to reveal my penthouse. It’s spacious and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the city. There’s a large yet comfortable living room which leads into the open plan kitchen and dining area. The floor to ceiling doors in the living room lead out to a balcony with a swimming pool and jacuzzi.

“Welcome home, Blake,” I say as we step out of the elevator.

She looks around, her eyes wide with surprise and awe. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“It is, isn’t it?” I reply, taking her hand and leading her into the apartment. “And it’s your home now. Let me give you a tour.”

“This is the kitchen,” I say, showing her the spacious and modern kitchen with state-of-the-art appliances and a large center island. “You’ll find everything you need in here to cook for us.”

Her jaw clenches. “I’m not a good cook, so I hope you like mac and cheese. It’s about the extent of my culinary skills.”

My eyes narrow. “We’ll see about that.” She’ll learn to cook for me, it’s part of the requirement for all the girls I buy. Her job is not just to warm my bed but to become my domestic slave. I walk into the adjoining dining area. “And this is the dining area,” I say. “We can eat here or we can eat on the balcony when the weather is nice.”

Blake’s eyes widen. “Balcony?”

“Yes,” I say, leading her through the floor-to-ceiling doors from the kitchen to the balcony. “It’s out here.”

We step out onto the balcony, and Blake gasps. The view is breathtaking. We’re on the top floor of the building, and we can see the entire city spread out before us.

“Wow,” Blake whispers.

I smirk, glad that she’s impressed by my home.

Her expression sours when she notices the look on my face. “Amazing what being a douchebag with millions of dollars can buy you.”

I narrow my eyes. “Try billions, baby girl. And if you call me a douchebag one more time, you won’t like what happens.” Tightening my grasp on her hand, I pull her back into the kitchen and out onto the terrace where the pool is.

Her jaw falls open then. “Nice pool.”

“Do you like to swim?”

She meets my gaze. “Yes, although I prefer the sea.”

“Perhaps if you’re a good girl for me, we’ll take a trip to the seaside sometime.” Next, I take her into the library which is lined with books from floor to ceiling.

“This is the library.” Blake walks toward the bookshelf and runs her fingers over the spines of some of my first editions.

“Do you like to read?” I ask.

There’s an odd look in her eyes as she glances at me. “Not really.” I wonder what that look is about. I’ve never wanted to understand someone the way I want to understand her.

We continue through the apartment, and I show Blake the home cinema, which is equipped with a state-of-the-art sound system and a huge screen.

“This is amazing,” Blake says. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“You don’t like to read, but movies are more your thing?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I like movies if they’re good.”

“Come on, we’ve got the best room to see yet.”

Her eyes narrow when I grab her hand again, leading her to my bedroom—our bedroom for as long a I keep her here. It’s the largest bedroom in the apartment, and it’s decorated in luxurious creams and golds. There’s a king-size bed in the center of the room, and the walls are adorned with expensive paintings. “This is our room.”

Blake’s face pales.

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