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?

was. After venting his frustration, he recalled everything that

someone named Zara Zimmerman for me," he

his voice was tinged with pleasure as

...

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

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

had a

past her, clearing her

Remembering that she was

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

from her throat

trying so hard to avoid Brad,

for him. Nonetheless, her love for him had slowly withered because of how deeply he had disappointed

his constant appearances around her lately, her feelings for 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 feelings for