ferson scooped up Giselle Lambert and ca

ainst the doorframe, arms crossed, watching

gaze, the blatant p

ush, she shoved Henry out and slammed

give Henry Jefferson the cold shoulder. He took

atching Henry drive away in his sleek black Porsche Caye

r had taken her for a walk around the estate, a

nding aimless days within the confines of the estate, and waiting for Henry to

oner, her spirit on

ek later, Giselle

get out, to re

h meant she hadn't been to school in over six months. The school mig

s unacc

ure a good job, earn enough to pay back

iate herself with Henry, yet s

und of chopping; housekeeper

ie, can you pack the lunch for me? I n

tive, quickly called Henry's assistant to

d a car would be sent

ure ready; I'm going t

to her room to pick out an

in her childhood. She hadn't mastered it, as she'd been too pl

ar, her hand shook,

imply ignored it, stirring it

of the towering office building in the heart of Manhattan-a commercial empire bu

ambert, please use your fingerprint to activate the elevator.

print was

Henry man

expansive and vacant priv

office, and was about to push open th

y's desires were insatiabl

t be less torturous, Giselle decided not to interrupt and turne

woman covered in bruises. Giselle gave a sma

Miss Lambert, Mr. Jefferson has be

s made Giselle shudder as

re ruthless than

erfume. Henry sat on a leather sofa, his face somber as h

ura around him vanished. His eyes s

y pulled her into his arms, eng

of her hair around h