Chapter 12

When Van woke up the next morning, she was alone. Tears of disappointment burned her eyes but she blinked them back.

What did she expect, that he'd stay and cuddle with her? Of course he'd gotten what he wanted, he'd made it pretty obvious since the very beginning that he wanted sex with her. When she refused the first time, he offered to pay for her father's heart transplant and just like that, he had her eating from the palm of his hand.

There was a manila envelope on the night stand and a note was propped against it, she reached out and grabbed it.

Your payment, just like I promised. You weren't that bad.

J.

This time, a tear did slip. He was treating her like she was a common slut, even rating her performance. She sniffed, angrily wiping her eyes and the morphed her expression to be cold and hard; she was doing this for her father.

The familiar buzz sounded from her cell phone and she frantically dug into her purse for it.

''Karl, is something wrong?'' she a