I quickly dressed in the same clothes I had worn last night, my hands shaking as I zipped up my dress. My body still ached in places that reminded me of everything that had happened the handcuffs, his mouth on me, his huge c**k stretching my lips. Shame burned my cheeks.
Sophia, you i***t. You let a stranger use you like a toy after your life already fell apart. I ran my fingers through my messy hair, trying to look somewhat presentable, then grabbed my purse and stormed out of the room.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, Adrian was waiting for me like a damn guard dog as He blocked my path, arms crossed, looking smug and determined.
“You’re not leaving yet,” he said flatly. “Boss said to settle the price. How much do you want?”
I stopped dead, staring at him in disbelief as Anger exploded inside me like a volcano. “Price? Are you f*****g kidding me right now?” My voice rose, echoing down the corridor.
“I’m not a f*****g slut, you assholes! I was drunk and I made a stupid mistake and I don’t want your boss’s dirty money!”
Adrian didn’t move. “Orders are orders as He told me to make sure you get paid and get out. I’m not disobeying him Name your price and leave quietly.”
I tried to push past him, but he grabbed my arm firmly, not hurting me but not letting go either.
“Let me go! I don’t want anything from that man or from you. This was a mistake a drunken, horrible mistake!”
He stood his ground, voice low but threatening. “Look lady, you don’t understand who you’re dealing with Nathaniel Cole doesn’t like loose ends just Take the money, or this gets messy. I’m trying to help you here.”
Tears of rage and humiliation stung my eyes. This can’t be happening First Brandon and Mom, now I’m being treated like a paid w***e by some rich psychopath and his lackey.
I yanked my arm free, breathing hard.
“Fine! Give me whatever the f**k your boss wants to give me! Throw the money at me like the trash you all think I am I don’t care anymore. Just let me leave this nightmare.”
Adrian pulled out a thick envelope from his jacket and shoved it into my hands. I didn’t even look inside. I just stuffed it into my purse, pushed past him, and stormed down the hallway toward the exit, my heart pounding with a mix of fury and embarrassment.
Outside, the morning light hit me like a slap as I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers, scrolling through the notifications. Dozens of missed calls All from my dad.
Oh no… Dad called. I’m in big trouble.