NADIA.
By the time the cab pulled away from Aurelia Medical Institute, my hands had gone cold around my phone.
The cab driver had soft jazz playing under the low hum of traffic. I barely heard it because I sat in the back of it doing the math on my own ruin and replaying all the bad decisions I made on impulse. Like the text I sent to Jeremy. I couldn't stop wondering if I had been too rash. I mean... He was going to tell Liam about Dad, right?
The tiny voice in my head kept telling me I did the right thing and that it was just a contract that binds my time to my boss. But there was another voice, a tinier one, that kept telling me there was more to that contract than meets the eye.
Jeremy hadn't written anything about wanting s*x with me. I mean, not explicitly. But, God, I knew some
