Chapter 3

As the words fell from my mouth, Winston's brows knit together, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he wanted to speak but couldn't.

I stood up and looked him straight in the eye. "What's the matter, Sir? In your eyes, am I nothing more than a courtesan meant to live under a man's shadow? Otherwise, why do you always have brothels on your mind?"

Winston's eyes trembled, his usually cold face stunned. He dodged my words and pulled my arm. "I'll send you home."

I wanted even more to break free from his grip, but then a dignified female voice…