Billionaire's Untouched Flower

ght, noticing the nakedness of her body as she remembered the previous night, she suddenly began bat

unconsciously lying on the bed, so comfortable, so without a problem. She haste

ne lingering in the air. She stared at the pale light seeping thro

dn't have

loomed beneath her, stark against

tonight. Something she could never ta

ething she had done all because she was in debt. She couldn't let him find out, she co

low and calculated. She gathered her dress, her heels, barely darin

hs. Her heart clenched. Then she turned, and ran, praying

sity of the night. Fred's lazy hand reached for the warmth that had been beside

till clinging to him like a drug. The scent of her, h

he dark strands of his hair away from his forehead, confusio

intact, everything seemed the way he had left them, his

n, none of them ever stayed the night. But there was something

f the nagging feeling creeping up his spine. Something felt off. He could still smell her, a mix of vanilla and something u

down, and that'

breath stopped for a while, his body going still as h

ncern settling in his chest. Had she been hurt out of his pleasu

mind raced. She had been a mystery from the start, slipping into his world fo

irgined a lady be

-night stand for him and he knew that. It ha

His fingers brushed over the sleek surface of his phone, scrolling through his contacts, but he h

eam. "Find her. Find out everything

e time. There was something in him, a need,

ike a shadow. But Fred didn't like it, especial

tomach churning. She looked at herself, wild hair, smudged makeup, an

or nights like that, in luxury houses with billionaires. But she had been caught in something more than just hi

e stripping. No more living in that world. She

t wasn't worth the damage it was doing to her. She couldn't kee

f tears of pain, pain of losing something she could ne

ould find a new job, a way to earn a living that didn't make