The Tyrant: Chapter Three
- Hamlin
- May 16
- 16 min read
Cassandra arrived at the company gala, praying her humiliation would go unnoticed. That was hopeless. In the elegant ballroom, executives drank champagne and laughed in their suits and gowns, but Cassandra had been dressed as the entertainment. Marcus’s gown barely contained her tits, and the skirt was so short and tight it showed off every step of her long legs.
