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As Caroline let her thoughts wander, that familiar craving started bubbling up again.

She could feel it-she was already getting wet.

It was like she'd developed a serious addiction to sex.

Before she ever slept with a man, she had no idea she was like this.

She remembered reading something online once, about a certain type of woman-always wet, always sensitive, always wanting it.

Caroline hated to admit it, but after everything lately, she felt like she was exactly that kind of woman—a slut.

She scoffed to herself. For some reason, she felt ready to just let it all go.

She'd tried to be with Frederick, but he didn't seem interested at all.

She could stand there, stripped bare, and he still wouldn't react.

But with Claire, it was different. She'd never forget the sounds she heard from outside Claire's door.

This idea weighed down her shame.

Caroline loved Frederick and desperately wanted to be with him.

she go out and find her own fun?

She wanted Frederick, but she wanted to feel good too-she wanted it all.

Four years of trying, giving her all-and what did she get in return?

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she was going to live for herself. Completely for

time, she'd go find Zachary. No,

bar, book a room, hell, even pay for it if

she'd get the young ones, the hot ones, the ones who'd sweet-talk her-ones who could keep going all night. With Zachary, it was always her putting in the work, but if she was the

pick and choose, get exactly what she

bunch of hotties just to serve

the money? She'd get it from

should she have given everything to

and

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thought, Caroline cleaned herself up, got dressed, and told Zachary she was heading back to the

knew Caroline couldn't stay here forever-Frederick

Halfmoon Manor, it was already 8 p.m.,

it for a moment, then

Kingstown Security Department, Frederick was fuming after another failed search for Claire. He'd just wrapped up a meeting where he'd vented his frustration. Back in his office,

"What is it?"

answered, his

today at school, they humiliated me. They said I have no parents, no sister, that no one loves me. They said I can't afford anything, that I wear rags, and they pushed me and

she had one goal-to get money-so she didn't care how he spoke to

started by using Anna, the perfect excuse she'd leaned

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heard her mention

softened.

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money, but before she could respond, he