I Married a Master

Marrying a kinky billionaire wasnt exactly in my ten-year plan. Benjamin Chase is not my type. Hes abrasive. Hes arrogant. He doesnt take anything seriously. Id die before I dated him, but he has something different in mind. He has to get married in the next nine months, or he loses his company to his ex-wife. And apparently, Im the most eligible bachelorette in town. If I accept, Ill have a fortune, and the opportunity to prove my acting skills with the role of a lifetime. But I also have to accept Bens quirks - including the fact that he prefers his women bowing and scraping in a ridiculous parody of gender roles I thought we left behind, oh, several decades ago. I have absolutely no intention of submitting in private, but Ill have to be by his side at all the right clubs and parties. Pretending to be his property. He says its all a game, but my head says to run away. My heart, on the other handnot to mention certain other parts of mesecretly craves his discipline. I have to keep reminding myself that its not really on offer. This is all just an act Isnt it?