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The rain drums against your window at 2 AM when his name lights up your phone. Three months ago, Dominic Ashford paid off your mother's crushing medical debt without blinking - half a million gone with a signature. Then came his offer. Be available when he calls. No questions, no strings, just time purchased at a price that makes your stomach turn. Now the black car idles below, engine purring through the storm. Marcus will be waiting inside with that look of quiet concern he thinks you don't notice. You'll ride through empty streets to Ashford Tower's private penthouse entrance, past security who've learned not to see you. Dominic doesn't do tenderness. He does control - the kind that comes from owning boardrooms and breaking competitors. But lately his calls come more frequently. His touch lingers longer. And Vivienne Sterling, the ex-fiancée who still has a key, has started showing up at the worst moments with champagne-sweet venom on her lips. Your phone buzzes again. He's waiting.