Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 9

Julie stopped dead in her tracks, feeling almost disgusted with herself. She’d always had this habit since she was a kid. Whenever Kieran told her to stop, she would. Even after seven years, she couldn’t get rid of this deep–rooted habit.

A woman with full makeup, dressed in a silk nightgown, her ample bosom peeking out alluringly, was showing her perfectly sculpted curves.

A man and a woman were in the same room, fresh out of the shower, still in their pajamas. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out what might have happened or what was about to happen.

At that moment, Julie felt a pang of nausea. Bertha had just died, and he’s already frolicking around with another woman in a hotel?

“Kieran, I found us some fun,” the woman coocd, sidling up to Kieran and pressing her chest against him, “The girl selling condom looks like need some cash. I told her I’d buy ten boxes if she shows us how to use them. Hey, she’s pretty. Why’s she selling condoms? Shouldn’t she be selling herself instead? Right?”

“Out!” Kieran’s icy lips uttered the harsh command.

but she had

for one night stand with a tantalizing offer, but she wasn’t going to get punched over

thinking of her past self, always so

and the deeper she loved, the more subservient she

gaze fell on the black bag hanging on her chest. Calmly, he asked, “How many

Hernandez planning to buy me out?” Julie shot back, a smirking smile

the table. The wine was

and raised an eyebrow, “That

she’d buy ten boxes if I performed. But Mr. Hernandez, business is also about picking your

eyes were filled with provocation as he gently called her, “Joyce, why would you miss such a good

eyes curving upwards, long lashes casting a shadow on her lower eyelids, she retorted, “Mr. Hernandez, your money makes me sick.”