For Nora Lowell, this day brought a taste of unprecedented pleasure and, at the same time, an overwhelming sense of humiliation.
Sheldon Reid had taken her back to his residence—not the one she was used to, but a secluded villa outside the military district.
She had followed his steps in such a hurry that she hadn't even noticed the villa's decor. The only thing that left a deep impression was probably the large bed in the bedroom.
It was enormous, more than three meters wide. Covered in extremely rare and expensive black velvet, it made her involuntarily wonder just how many women had lain on it before.
But that was a question she had no right to ask.
The moment she had reached for the forbidden, she had already paid the price with her own body.
It wasn't that she felt no shame.
She had always despised women who traded their bodies to get what they wanted from men. How could she have ever expected to become one of them herself?
