Zane's POV~
Morning came too fast....too damn fast and fuck, I hadn't slept a wink. Instead, I'd spent the entire night glued to the new phone Cassian had bought for me. I'd spotted it in time, tucked between the other gifts. Its parcel had been the smallest. The moment I unwrapped it, I set it up and started watching comedies, desperate to distract myself from what I had read the night before.
Now, with sunlight bleeding through the curtains, the comedies were over, and reality was back. The servants would arrive soon to summon me for breakfast. I should be getting dressed.
Honestly? I felt like collapsing. But no....this morning, I had an agenda. A mission.
Look homeless. Look rough. Let them see the version of me that screams off-limits.
Because Knox… he wrote about fucking me in his diary. Because apparently, to him, I was just a pretty face. A pretty guy who should arch his back while he took me from behind.
Absolutely not.
