𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄

I’ve lost count of how many glasses I’ve took.

“Anyone who’d top 950,000?”

I just looked at the crowd. They were raising papers with a huge amount of money written on them.

“Going once, going twice! Sold!” The painting was bought.

In the midst of the crowd, I saw a pair of eyes staring intently at me; he was standing in the corner, holding a glass of scotch. He looks familiar.

I averted my eyes from the man.

It was nothing. What does he want from me?

Who knows... who knows what this wasted night could offer to a woman whose heart got broken tonight?

Blinking against the harsh light streaming through the window, Teagan realized she was lying on a bed that wasn’t her own.

Confusion flooded her mind as she glanced around, her eyes settling on the back of a stranger facing away from her.

Fear and discomfort gnawed at Teagan’s core. How did she end up here? What happened last night? Who was this guy?

Questions raced through her mind, but before she could muster the courage to investigate further, a surge of urgency propelled her into action. She needed to leave, to escape the uneasy grip of the unknown.

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