The Living Prop, Prison of a Glass Penthouse

Everyone in the Manhattan elite knew Xavier Sterling was a cold, celibate god. They also knew he loved me more than his own life.

He built a glass penthouse atop the Sterling Plaza just for me. Every day, he would hold me against the floor-to-ceiling windows, making love to me with a desperate intensity.

But no one knew that the woman against the glass was nothing more than a "living prop."

In our one year of marriage, he brought home a different woman every night.

As I watched him press his