After a messy and painful divorce from her ex-husband, Madeline decided to shift her focus entirely to her career. Her passion for medicine and her patients became her primary motivation-until she crossed paths with a blue-eyed detective who disrupt...
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"That's called prostitution," the guy argued, taking a swig of his beer.
Camila rolled her eyes, leaning into Jay, who had his arm wrapped around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest. "He told her to go get a dress because they were going out that night. It's called being generous," she countered, bringing her own bottle to her lips.
Madeline, sitting next to them, looked uncomfortable. "Ryan, please, would you say something?" she pleaded with the guy sitting across from them.
Ryan shook his head, smirking. "I'm not going anywhere near that one. Jay's on his own."
Camila grinned, looking down at Jay. "See? That means he agrees with me."
Ryan leaned forward, using a rolled-up bill to sort a line of cocaine on the coffee table. "No, that means he's under your spell, Camila."
Madeline leaned into Camila, whispering, "I should get going. It's late."
Camila frowned, grasping Madeline's hand. "Come on, stay. It's still early."
Jay looked at his watch and sat up, gently extracting himself from Camila's hold. "It's almost 2:30 in the morning. I gotta be up early tomorrow."
Camila pouted but saw an opportunity. "Let me show you something before you go," she whispered, pulling him up from the couch.
They stumbled down the hallway, Jay's lips on Camila's neck, his hands on her hips. She pushed open a door, revealing a small, dimly lit room filled with boxes and old furniture. Jay kicked the door shut behind them, his lips finding Camila's in a heated kiss.
He pulled away briefly, licking his lips. "Is that... wait, is that coke?" he asked, noticing the white residue on her lips.
Camila laughed, licking her lips as well. "I'm sorry, it's on my gums. Here, try some." She offered him a small vial, but Jay shook his head.
"I really gotta go, Camila," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
Camila sighed, running her hands up his chest. "Mmm, fine. It's just that things are always better when you're here, with me." She kissed him softly on the lips, her eyes locked on his.
Jay smiled at her, returning the kiss briefly before pulling away. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
As he turned to leave, Camila grabbed his hand, pulling him back for one more kiss. "Promise?" she asked, her voice soft.
Jay nodded, squeezing her hand. "Promise."
With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving Camila alone with her thoughts
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Jay waited outside in the bitter cold of winter, his breath visible in the frigid air as he stared at his phone, waiting for Camila to join him. She still hadn't come out yet. With a sigh, he raised the phone to his ear and dialed her number. "Camila, it's me. I'm outside. Let's go," he said, trying to sound patient, but the growing chill was getting to him.
