Chapter 6

I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the island. This was one of the worst ideas I'd done in my life.

She looked like her. Her face was just like hers. The moment I saw her, I knew that this was a goddamn dream. There was no way she was let free. This was one of those doppelganger moments right before my eyes. I knew this was bad. That this would get me into trouble. She won't know. Not yet at least.

The night that I fucked her in the bathroom, I intentionally left the light off. I didn't want to get attached to her. Even if I'd already passed that point years ago.

To be completely honest, I barely listened to what she said in my office. I had to take the chance to see her every day.

The way she said my name while moaning and in general was appealing to me. Just the fact that she was walking around my penthouse, making her completely under my control, flattered me.

I looked around my kitchen and decided to make my momma's best Italian dish, pasta. It was the only thing I'd lea