His Antidote, Her Torment

For five years, I was Julian Heath's dirty little secret. As the CEO of a tech empire, he was a king, but a rare neurotoxin made him a prisoner. My unique biochemistry was his only antidote, requiring hours of intimate contact to keep him alive.

He was convinced I was the one who poisoned him—an obsessed stalker who had trapped him in a disgusting dependency.

Tonight, he gave me the "attention" he said I always craved, live-streaming a video of our most private moments to a private auction.