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!"

he was an escort? Fuming, he threw the money on

infuriated he was. After venting his frustration, he recalled everything that had just happened

someone named Zara Zimmerman for me," he

voice was tinged with pleasure as he continued, "Yes, that's

...

when she reached an empty street. She was well aware that though her mind had been clouded by

drugged, she had subconsciously been hoping that something would happen between

sometimes had a way of overriding rational

swept past her,

Remembering that she was

nearest pharmacy to buy emergency contraception. She tore open the packaging and gulped the

spread from her throat to

to avoid Brad, but why were her

love for him had slowly withered because of how deeply he

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