Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad had been very considerate of her during their session, constantly switching positions to satisfy her.

"I'll just think of it as hiring a skilled and handsome escort," Nadine thought to herself.

With that notion, her anger subsided a bit.

Once she got dressed, she fumbled for her wallet and whisked out two hundred dollars. She placed them on Brad's bedside table and said, "You did a great job. Here's your tip!"

Without waiting to see his reaction, she fled his ward. She would figure out a way to deal with the recording later.

Brad was, at the very least, someone with decent character. He probably wouldn't spread it around. She just needed to find the right opportunity to get hold of his phone.

As soon as she left, anger boiled over Brad as he scowled at the money on the bedside table.

The veins on his temples throbbed as he bellowed, "Nadine!"

that he was an escort? Fuming, he threw

he was. After venting his frustration, he recalled everything

into someone named Zara Zimmerman for me,"

his voice was tinged with pleasure as he continued, "Yes, that's her-Seraphina's

...

an empty street. She was well aware that though her mind had been clouded by the drug's effects, she knew the man she had been

had been drugged, she had subconsciously been hoping that

sometimes had a way of

breeze swept past her, clearing her head

Remembering that she was

she hurried to the nearest pharmacy to buy emergency contraception. She tore open the packaging

bitterness spread from her throat

had been trying so hard to avoid Brad, but

knew that she still had feelings for him. Nonetheless, her love for him had slowly withered because of how deeply

him had begun to stir. She feared this feeling, afraid that she would fall for him all over again. She was terrified that her rekindled