Alana's POVTrue to his words, he got me out of jail.In the early hours of the morning, he grabbed my hands like we were a couple, led me out, covered me with a warm jacket and led me to the backseat of his car.He had become the rich heir like he said he would be. Wealth screamed his name and for lack of better words, his limousine was expensive. Bodyguards escorted us in a convoy behind us as a chauffeur drove us back to his mansion.“What about my sister?” I asked meekly, afraid to meet his eyes. I loosened the tension on my shoulders and sank into the comfortable material of the car.“Do you want me to call her?” He asked coolly and he would've tricked me into believing that he could care about anything.“Yes, but please promise me you won't tell her about my job.”He stared at me long and hard like I was crazy.“Does it look like I care about anything asides fucking you right now?”I gulped at the thought of it truly happening and looked away, hiding my blush.I had no idea how
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