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!"

an escort? Fuming, he threw the money on

had to go on, no matter how infuriated he was. After venting his frustration, he recalled everything that had just happened and called

named Zara Zimmerman for me,"

enough, his voice was tinged with pleasure as

...

ward, stopping only when she reached an empty street. She was well aware that though her

moment she realized she had been drugged, she

sometimes had a way of overriding rational

cold breeze swept past her, clearing

Remembering that she was

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

bitterness spread from her

trying so hard to avoid Brad,

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

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

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