Collared by Professor Valentino

1. The night

Dahlia Carrington~•~I wish I could say having a suitor visit my home like we were still in the eighties was something new, but it was not. I was the daughter of a multi-billionaire, who unfortunately for me, was patriarchal as hell. My mother was the regular housewife; a trophy wife who spent most of her time at home or shopping.My father wished to marry me off like I was some object. According to him, I’d reached marriageable age and it would be better for me to get married quickly before I got old and wrinkly, and then, no one would marry me.I was especially anxious today, and not just because I was meeting another suitor today. As though my thoughts could be heard, the chime of my phone successfully distracted me from them. I jumped, taken aback, and ruined the mascara I’d been applying.Turning around, I looked at the digital clock by my nightstand. It was exactly ten o’clock. I held my breath in anticipation as I took hold of my phone, and truly, it was an email from New York ...