"This is the first time—and the last."

That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had.

Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive.

She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed.
He wasn't supposed to come back.

But he did.

After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say."

Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it."

Was it possession... or affection?

A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

Shawn Grant glanced at Leah Sinclair, busy in the kitchen. "By the way, Third Brother, how did you meet Leah? She looks so young. Younger than me, right?"


"Mhm, she just graduated. We met... by accident, I guess." Asher Keating tapped on the sofa. 'It really was an accident.'


Shawn Grant calculated Leah's age in his head, but his expression didn't show it. "Tsk, tsk, fresh out of college and already corrupted by you. But I never expected Third Brother Keating to be into this type. What was her major?"


"Civil engineering. She works at Aevon."


Asher Keating saw Shawn Grant giving him another suggestive look and added, "I wasn't at Aevon yet when she started."


"Heh, so she's a top student. What do her parents do? Is she an only child? You're with her, and your family has nothing to say?" Shawn Grant continued to press.


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