“Heh…”
Liesel chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. “He’s not my ex-boyfriend!”
“He’s…”
He was her creditor, the kind she had to repay with her body.
Her stomach churned unpleasantly, and she pushed Anthony away, rushing to the restroom.
“Ugh!”
Bent over the toilet, she threw up until her head spun.
After emptying her stomach, she felt a bit better.
Freshening up briefly, she stepped out. “Anthony?”
Holding her stomach, she still felt a lingering discomfort.
“That brat, where did he run off to now?”
She plopped back onto the sofa and dialed Anthony’s number, asking him to buy her some stomach medicine.
“Mr. Schott, please come this way.”
The server led Joel into the adjacent private room. “Your drinks will be here shortly. Please wait a moment.”
“Ring—Ring—”
The phone rang f
