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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!"

was an escort? Fuming, he threw

to go on, no matter how infuriated he was. After venting his

named Zara Zimmerman for

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

...

well aware that though her mind had been clouded by the drug's effects, she knew

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

a way of overriding rational

her,

Remembering that she was

nearest pharmacy to buy emergency contraception. She tore open the packaging and gulped the pills down without any

her throat

avoid Brad, but why were her efforts

that she still had feelings for him. Nonetheless, her love

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 him would bring her nothing but