~Abigail's POV ~
I slip into one of the dresses Darius got for me. A white sundress patterned with blue roses, paired with matching white heels. I hate to admit it, but he has good taste.
Still, I can't wait for the real shopping trip I've planned. The one where I vanish from this man completely. Anywhere in Greece will do. As long as it's far away from him. Luckily, I still have my credit card and passport. All I need is to get to the city.
I swipe on the lip gloss he also bought me and pause. He really did take his time picking these out. That thought alone makes me scowl at my reflection.
"What the hell—" Darius's groggy voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough from sleep.
A smile tugs at my lips as I turn to see him struggling against the shirt I used to tie his hands above his head to the bedpost. Pretty sure it's Chanel, but… sacrifices must be made.
