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This was what Lily had warned me about.

I didn’t want to have sex with a stranger I barely knew, but if I didn’t, he would know I was there for ulterior motives.

“I’m sick,” I said slowly, hoping he would accept my excuse.

I couldn’t lie. Nero was very hot. He was the kind of man that women often fawned over. It was shocking that he needed someone to get him a girl for the night. All he had to do was smile at a woman, and panties would drop.

Having sex with him wouldn’t be that bad.

But I didn’t know him, and I didn’t want to find out whether or not he had sick fantasies in bed.

“I’ll compensate you generously,” he said.

What’s worse was that he had a serious look on his face, and he wasn’t budging. He expected me to do exactly what he asked, and he didn’t say it, but I knew the consequences of my defiance would be dire.

And if he found out who I was, I wouldn’t survive the night.

He glanced at his wrist watch as though he was telling me that he was impatient. I took deep breaths and started to take off my dress. The zipper was on the front, so I slowly slid it down and exposed my breasts to him.

I desperately wanted to cover up, but if I did, he would see how shy I was and realize that I wasn’t a high-end hooker. The dress had been too tight for me to wear a bra inside, which meant I was completely exposed.

I slowly took it off, and it fell to the ground. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t. I had to be brave and look him in the eye. Something about the way he looked into my eyes gave me all the confidence I needed.

I was in a red thong, practically naked in front of the richest man in New York. I never thought I would ever see him in my lifetime, and yet, I was about to have sex with him.

Nero looked bored at what he saw. He wasn’t impressed, and he wasn’t ogling my body either. His eyes were trained on mine. I don’t even think he had looked at my naked body once.

“Take off your panties, birichina. I want you completely naked.”

I took a deep breath and slowly took off what was left of my clothing. I was shaking, and it wasn’t because I was cold. It was fear of what was about to happen.

He still didn’t trail his eyes down my body, even when I was naked. I didn’t understand why he would ask me to take off my clothes when he didn’t even bother to look at me.

He looked at me for what felt like forever before he finally trailed his eyes down my body. Once. Only once. I had never felt that compelled to seek approval from a man. I started to wonder if I was really that unattractive.

He didn’t seem to care for what he saw, and it rubbed me in all the wrong ways, and I couldn’t even tell you why. I shouldn’t have wanted approval from him, but I did.

“You can leave,” he said.

“What?” I asked.

It was the first time I had met a man who turned down a naked woman in his bedroom. Those feelings of inadequacy were back full throttle. It was unnerving how one man that I had just met had such a huge effect on me.

“Put on your clothes and leave. Someone is waiting for you downstairs. He’ll take you back to where he found you.”

He got off the door and walked to his balcony. I followed his movements until he stopped, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

I barely registered putting on all my clothes and hurriedly leaving. Sure enough, Dominic was at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me.

“Are you ready to leave?”