Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

As Nancy’s gaze shifted towards Mercer, she saw him still fast asleep, his features softened in repose.

A faint shadow adorned his straight, well-defined nose, a subtle detail that embodied the same allure that had ensnared the hearts of millions of fans.

To her discerning eye, his face appeared virtually flawless.

Despite her heart fluttering at the sight of him, she couldn’t shake the vulnerability that his presence evoked within her.

However, her reverie was shattered as memories of him flanked by two women in a previous encounter flooded her mind.

Once believing him to be a gentleman as his appearance suggested, the revelation of his playboy reputation left her disheartened, dispelling the unconscious smile that had graced her lips.

How many women had he slept with since he took her virginity? Nancy sighed as she pondered, her gaze fixed on Mercer’s handsome face.

The bitterness she harbored had long been buried in her heart, breeding a deep-seated mistrust of men.

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Yet, despite it all, she couldn’t deny her lingering affection for him.

He was the man who had both saved and wounded her deeply, though he seemed to have forgotten her entirely.

He effortlessly moved on, reveling in the company of other women.

As Nancy’s thoughts became increasingly bitter, she felt anger simmering within her.

Ignoring the pain coursing through her body, she carefully crawled out of bed.

She slipped on her underwear before heading to the bathroom to gather her clothes.

Nancy moved past the large mirror in the bathroom and caught a glimpse of her reflection.

The sight of the purple hickeys and bruises that adorned her body served as a stark reminder of Mercer’s callousness.

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A wave of disappointment and frustration washed over her as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her expression turned somber, and she clenched her jaw, questioning Mercer’s sense of decency.

While she had no issue with him sleeping with her, it was his roughness that left her feeling let down.

Fully dressed, Nancy tiptoed towards the bedside table, moving with quiet deliberation to avoid disturbing Mercer’s slumber.

She gently opened the drawer and retrieved a notebook, scribbling a note before considering her next move.

After a moment, Nancy reached into her purse and pulled out two hundred dollars, placing it on top of the note before setting it down on the bedside table.

She took a final glance at Mercer before turning to leave.

Mercer awoke feeling more rested than he had in ages.

He stretched lazily, basking in the rejuvenation that washed over him.

With a contented sigh, he reached across to embrace the woman who had shared his bed, but his hand met only the chill of empty sheets.

The realization that she was no longer there hit him like a bucket of ice water, jolting him awake with a start.

His eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly, his thoughts turning to the previous night’s encounter.

As he reflected on their passionate encounter, Mercer felt physically and mentally content.

Any Lingering doubts about his virility had evaporated the moment he’d risen to the occasion.

It was a validation he sorely needed.

The experience left him feeling more confident and self-assured than ever before.

He was amazed by Nancy’s transformation in the bedroom.

During the day, she was sharp-tongued and difficult to deal with, but she had been incredible once they were in bed together.

Her obedience and eagerness to fulfill his requests surprised and impressed him.

The contrast was baffling yet exhilarating, fueling his desire to tease and please her repeatedly.

Brimming with a sense of elation from the previous night, Mercer’s desire for Nancy surged once more as he awoke with a lingering arousal.

Craving her presence and their intimacy, he yearned to be with her again.

However, his eagerness turned to confusion as he scanned the empty room, wondering where she had vanished.

Mercer’s eyes fell upon two crisp hundred-dollar bills on the bedside table.

He retrieved the money and found a note beneath it with several hastily scrawled lines.

“You’re still as bad as before, but at least you’re putting in the effort.

This two hundred dollars is my token of appreciation for you.

Keep it.

”

Momentarily stunned, Mercer was unable to process the message on the note.

It slowly dawned on him that Nancy had treated him as a male prostitute, leaving him a payment for his services.

This revelation ignited a surge of anger within him.

How dare she leave such a message, implying that he was not good in bed? The humiliation of the two hundred dollars only added fuel to his fury.

Recalling their encounter from last night, Mercer’s frustration grew.

Nancy was begging for mercy.

He had taken pity on her, letting her off because he couldn’t bear to torture the little drunkard.

And now she had the audacity to criticize him, saying he wasn’t good in bed.

After crumpling the note and tossing it aside, Mercer reached for his phone and dialed Nancy’s number.

But she hung up on him before he could even utter a word.

Undeterred, Mercer tried calling her repeatedly, only to be met with the same result each time.

Frustration mounted within him as he realized that she was avoiding him.

Determined to confront her, he began dressing, his movements fueled by a growing sense of anger.

He was not about to let her get away with what she had done.