Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Mercer stood by the bed, gazing at the captivating woman lying there.

With a nonchalant grin, he picked up a bank card from the nearby table.

He dangled it before her and said, “Make tonight worthwhile, and this card’s yours.

”

With a bewitching smile, she sat up and reached for the knot of his bathrobe.

“I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of,” she assured him.

An hour had passed when Mercer sat on the bed’s edge, clad in a bathrobe, with his robe belt tossed carelessly at his feet.

His fingers clutched a cigarette while the floor around him was covered in spent stubs.

The bathroom door opened with a soft click, and a woman emerged, her approach hesitant and her expression frozen.

“Mr.

I…” she began

grabbed a bank card from beside the bed and tossed it to

of smoke, he commanded, “Take the money and leave, and

“Sure, sure.

lips are sealed,” she assured quickly, scooping up the card before slipping

over, and he

the woman’s attempts to entice him, nothing had stirred

years ago,

straight, but his impotence infuriated and humiliated

way of compensating, chasing after women, trying to

intimate encounter ended in shame when

was his darkest secret, so he played at love instead, masking

today had

bar, when he pulled Nancy close and