CHAPTER 1It was the same ole Monday morning for Jason Sanders. He sat at his desk staring out of the window at his city view. No one else in the state had his view and everyone wanted his building. The soundproof interior with tinted windows all over was made especially for the kind of business he was in. His business wasn’t a secret anymore. As his clientele grew, everyone knew about him. Jason leaned in his chair and turned back to his office.

CHAPTER 3 Alyssa watched Tracy walk out the building with a new step and a smile. Melissa stood then still with the attitude. “Miss Sampson, Mr. Sanders will see you on the eighth floor.” She stood, her legs shaking as she began to walk to the elevator. Nothing had been scarier in her life. Could she even go through with it knowing he had just thoroughly screwed the woman just thirty minutes ago? Her feet kept going no matter how much her mind screamed.

CHAPTER 5 “Jason, I was shocked you could make it, you being such a busy man and all.” Dan stood at 6’0 even and was just as refined as his son and just as handsome. He stood with his hand out to shake his son’s hand. Jason just stared at him, rudely, unbuttoning his suit jacket to sit down in the fancy restaurant. “I only agreed to have this dinner with you  because something happened.”

CHAPTER 7Jason walked downstairs on Melissa’s request to be seen by his first client of the day, Amy Norton. She was a depressed patient that needs to release oxytocin regularly to help keep her hormone levels stable. Amy was a bit older than most of his clients and the most emotional. She was skinny and a bit pale. Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. She wore a long skirt and a sweater that looked a few sizes too big for her.

CHAPTER 9Alyssa walked into the Sanders building more nervous than the first time. This time she was dressed in her finest purple dress that stopped at her knees and her flats that matched. No heels or she would fall and embarrass herself in front of Jason. Something she didn’t want to happen. Maybe sex again was ok. She added a little hint of makeup, but not a lot. Strangely it was deserted. Barely any cars were in the parking lot, unlike before, and hopefully, there’d be no secretary either. She walked in as her prayers were unanswered.