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

he commanded, “Take the money

“Sure, sure.

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

Mercer’s frustration bubbled over, and he crushed his cigarette

attempts to entice him, nothing had stirred within

since that incident in the alley years ago, he had been unable

he was straight, but his impotence infuriated and

compensating, chasing

in shame

secret, so he played

today had

pulled Nancy close and ki*sed her, something