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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!"

woman implying that he was an escort? Fuming, he threw the money

on, no matter how infuriated he was. After venting his frustration, he recalled everything that had

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with pleasure as

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

the moment she realized she had been drugged, she had subconsciously been

had a way of overriding rational

her,

Remembering that she was

buy emergency contraception. She tore open the packaging

bitterness spread from her throat

had been trying so hard to avoid Brad, but why were her efforts in

him. Nonetheless, her love for him had slowly

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 him would bring her nothing but