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CHAPTER ONE

“I HAVE A proposition for you, Jasmine, that would allow you to pay off your brother’s debt within a year”

Fear was a cold fist clalas forced herself to stare steadily into the chilly green eyes of Noah King

That word proposition from any other man of her acquaintance, while wholly unwelco she was used to

The clientele of the club where she worked, owned by Noah, was constantly under the i-around-a-pole body was up for sale That she was for sale

She wasn’t and never would be

Only soul-wrenching fear of the consequences of owing a debt to thisclubs in London, and as even now conte, had forced her into it

She had barely buried her brother Andrehen she had learned of the debt he had piled up with Noah King, of all people Desperation to resolve this debt and a need for survival forced her every night to take the stage

So coerous word turned the very blood in her veins into ice “I’ve not h a dry mouth

“Yes, but you’re barelya dent You have no assets that you could sell off, either”

Her skin turned cold in the comfortably arehouse that was the headquarters of Noah’s eand very politely accompanied her to see Noah here

Sweat pooling over her neck, Jas related to Noah King was harmless

“Am I a prisoner, then?” she said, before she could hold back the reckless question

Noah didn’t even blink as he casually peeled an orange and offered her some “Until we find a satisfactory resolution, yes”

Her gut dropped and she fought the instinct to turn around and run No phrase had ever scared the daylights out of her like satisfactory resolution