Aurora's POV
I stared at the screen, my blood boiling. The sheer arrogance of this man was staggering. I had literally thrown the word resignation in his face, and here he was, acting like I was still at his beck and call.
"Is he for real?" I muttered, throwing my phone onto the mattress.
The soreness between my thighs reminded me of Raymond—of the ice and the heat, and the cruel way he had left me. My heart was a tangled mess. I was falling for a masked killer while being hunted by a narcissistic King.
My phone buzzed again. Another message.
"55 minutes, Aurora. Don't make my driver come inside."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I wanted to stay in bed. I wanted to hide from the world. But I knew Oliver. If he said he would have me dragged out in my pajamas, he meant it. He didn't care about "no." He didn't care about boundaries. He was the Alpha King, and the world was his playground.
