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“What do you say?”
The question rang in my head.
I told myself this was completely out of desperation, and not because of the way he touched my buds.
A yes was about to leave my lips when I remembered my life at the convent. The religious oath I had taken. My insides twisted, but then I remembered he doctor’s words and my sister lying half dead on the hospital bed.
“Yes,” I said, my words threading out like I wanted to take it back.
The man smiled. “Good. Good,”he said, “I’ll discuss about my preference soon but for the now, I’ll like to see if my investment is worth it.”
Although I didn’t fully understand what he meant, my body tightened.
He strutted to the couch in the middle of his office and dropped onto it with a soft thud. He parted his legs slowly and began fiddli
