est everything. She closed her eyes, remembering w

ue image of them kissing and groping each other flashed through her head, making her cheeks turn red with t

arder as she reca

one by one and jumping on his muscular body. She, Rachel Clarke, the

moment?" she said nervously, a

d, he covered his low

hat her guess was right, there, on the white sheet was a red bloodstain that had dried sin

e man stepping closer t

irgin?" she asked as

ned last night?!" Rachel snapped in a huff, starti

hing we did in this room, was a bit blurry..." he said with a frown. "Are you regret it? I mean, you'd

walked quickly to the bathroom to get dressed. When she return

ing now?!" Rachel said with he

he said casually which irritated Rachel even more, was the

kind of coffee

ow my name? We didn't mention each other

everything, so what kind of coffee do you want? I h

of her laying down on the bed with that man swaying on top of her constantly dancing made her feel very embarrassed and ar

that stupid coffee and explain to me e

double espresso then looked up

ou had with several banks, about your house c

ulders sagging, starting to lose confidence.

ifted his cell phone and showed a video. With trembling hands, Rachel grabbed the video and presse

he even said that she had no problem marrying a rich man as long as the debt was paid off. Then the camera turned to the man, he said, "I need a woman t

en't you just a bodyguard?" she said, consumed by her own assumptions. "Of course I have, I'm the owner of

o claimed to be Nicholas Anthony with wide eyes. "Y

end," he said, leani

with his ID in it, he even looked up his own name on an internet search engine to make Rachel belie

joking. But the man nodded, "Okay deal!" then the camera moved towards him who took out another cell phone from his pocket. "I've

she turned to look at the man in amazement. "So you

nothing to lose, all women want to marry me! Rachel? You are okay? Rachel!" he snapped as he saw Rachel passed out from being too shocked

-