The Return of the Billionaire's Ex-lover
“Not a prostitute? Last night you almost stripped in front of five men for a billion. What’s the difference?”
Cheesy’s breath caught. Her eyes reddened.
“So, what will it be?” Daryl asked. “Reject my offer… or drink the three bottles of wine?”
Cheesy closed her eyes, then reached for a crystal glass on the table. “Alright, Mr. Daryl. I’ll drink the wine.”
Daryl stared at her for a moment, then silently poured the drink. He handed her the glass.
With trembling hands, Cheesy took a big gulp. Within seconds, her body began to weaken. She coughed violently, her limbs losing strength, her chest tightening, vision blurring.
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