The Billionaire's Little Pet

Kyla stared at the ceiling in her small, dimly lit room, unable to sleep. Lately, her mind had been a battlefield, filled with thoughts she couldn't control. She sighed, reaching for her bag and pulling out two sleeping pills. She swallowed them quickly and lay back on her bed, hoping they would finally give her the rest she desperately needed.Minutes passed, and just as her eyes began to close, the door clicked open. Someone was in her apartment. Her heart raced for a moment before she caught a familiar scent-musky, rich, unmistakable. It was Reece.She felt him before she even saw him. His lips brushed against her neck, waking her fully from the light sleep. "I called, but it didn't go through," Reece murmured in his deep, velvety voice. "So I rushed over.""My phone's battery is dead," Kyla replied softly, her voice cracking. She turned to look at him and couldn't help but stare. Even after all this time, he took her breath away. Reece was tall, with a chiseled body that looked li

The invitation came as a shock. Kyla had been working late again, trying to wrap up the audit issue when her phone buzzed. It was Reece’s mother.“Kyla,” Mrs. Hastings' voice was sharp and formal, as always. “I need you at the family house tomorrow morning at 10. Sharp.”Kyla felt her stomach twist. “Is there a problem, Mrs. Hastings?”A pause. "No. Just be there. It's important." Then the line went dead.Kyla stared at her phone, her heart racing. She knew Mrs. Hastings never did anything without reason, and whatever this was about, it wouldn’t be pleasant. There was no way she could refuse, though. Not with everything that hung over her.---The next morning, Kyla stood nervously in front of Reece’s family mansion. It was enormous, with tall gates and sprawling gardens. She felt out of place, her palms sweaty as she clutched her handbag. This was not her world—this was Reece’s, where people like her didn’t belong. But Mrs. Hastings had invited her personally. She had no choice but t

Kyla spent the next day in a haze, her mind replaying every word, every touch from the night before. Reece's words, his desperate pleas, echoed in her head. He begged her to stay. She couldn't let herself believe it. She had spent so long convincing herself that he didn't care, that she was just another woman in his life-a pet. But now his words haunted her. "You're mine. You always have been." She shoved clothes into her suitcase, trying to focus on the task at hand. Her flight was tomorrow and everything was falling into place. The apartment in London was arranged, the credit card Mrs. Hastings had given her was ready to use, and all she had to do was leave. Simple. Yet, her heart felt like it was being torn apart with every step closer to the door. Kyla's phone buzzed on the dresser. She picked it up, glancing at the screen. A message from Emma. "Hey sis, still planning on going out tonight? You should meet this guy I know, he's super rich. Call me later." Kyla sig