"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.

Morgan Sterling was the first to applaud. "That was really good."


From across the room, Ethan Shaw raised his glass to the two of them. "Wow, Sheila Hughes, I never knew you had it in you."


Sheila Hughes raised her glass back at him. "Hmph. You should know, when it comes to girls from my hometown, you can doubt anything about us, but there are three things you can't doubt."


Sheila Hughes and Leah Sinclair exchanged a glance and laughed. "Our drinking capacity, our dancing, and our singing!"


Ethan Shaw thought about it and realized it was true. Girls from Transterra were definitely good at those things. Just now, Sheila had drunk far more than him and Riley Sterling, yet she didn't seem affected at all. He truly believed her when she said she could drink them both under the table.


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