I took a temp job working for an absurdly rich businessman.
But I soon find out Vincenzo Felici isn't an ordinary employer.
He's got eyes that burn with a dark intensity.
A mouth that whispers sweet obscenities into my ears.
Hands that won't stop ravaging me.
If I could go back in time, I'd refuse this job, run as far from Vincenzo as I could get.
Because this is so messed up I think I'm losing my mind.
How was I supposed to know the job meant becoming his wife?
And since when do fake vows mean a very real pregnancy?