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He shook his head. "What can you do for me that I can't get from any number of other women?" he asked, his eyes moving over me as I knelt before him. "Women who'd enjoy it, not hate every minute."
Of course, he was right. He was so gorgeous, he could get any woman he wanted. Gorgeous and rich. And powerful in South Boston. I was a first-year law student. I was going to be a pauper even if Hunter paid back the money for Graham. I'd have to work two jobs to afford my dorm…
"Anything," I said, my eyes filled with tears.
He took in a deep breath. Finally, he exhaled. "I'll pay the debt," he said softly. "As for your offer, I'll consider my options. How much does he owe?"
"One hundred and fifty thousand."
Hunter whistled. "That's a lot of high priced call girl services, Celia." His eyes narrowed. "At five hundred a pop, that works out to…" he said and smiled, icily. "Three hundred hours of being my fuck toy."
My traitorous body warmed at that. Was he really going to make me fuck him as payback? Not that I would mind, because I remembered him. God, I remembered him…
I remembered his beautiful naked body, his deep and passionate kisses, his skill, but I knew it would be hate fucking on his part.
"Are you really going to hate fuck me in payment?" I said, throwing caution to the wind.
He bit his bottom lip. "Hate fucks are pretty good, Celia. You should know. Isn't that what you did to me?"
"No!" I said, my fists clenching. "That was never what happened between us. Why would you even think that? "
"Graham gave me that idea." Hunter met my eyes. "He told me you wanted Greg, not me, but I was easier. As soon as you got Greg, you threw me away like trash."
"No, no," I said. "That's not true. I never—"
"Stop," he said and chopped his hand down. "It doesn’t matter anyway so no more lies."
He started walking down the hall once more. On my part, I struggled up onto my feet, my knees killing me from the hard floor.
“I’ll contact Stepan and pay the debt. As for you," he said and opened the door back into the club. "I'll think of what I want from you, if anything. But you better make it worth my while."
I went through the door and Hunter passed me. He stopped when he got to the dais and turned to me.
"You should go home, Celia. Your makeup's all messed up and I'm sure one of your frat boys is waiting for you. We'll be in touch. You can count on that."
Then he went back up to the sofas where his woman and the other man he had been sitting with were waiting. As I watched, Hunter bent down and kissed the blonde woman on the mouth, lingering there for a long while, like he wanted to show me that he was with someone else.
I turned away and walked back to the bar where Amy was waiting.
"Celia," she said, her eyes wide. "Your makeup…"
"I know," I said, on the verge of tears once more. "Let's get the hell out of here."
I led the way and Amy followed me. When we reached the car, Amy stopped me and grabbed my arm.
"Don't keep me hanging, Celia. Did he agree to help or what?"
I nodded. “I got down on my knees and begged. He's paying Graham's debt," I said and plopped into the passenger side. I slammed the door and leaned back, my head against the headrest.
“You got on your knees? Tell me," she said when she got in the driver's side. "What did he do? What did he say?"
"I think he said I had to be his high class call girl to pay off the debt. His sex toy or something. Three hundred hours of services."
"What?" she said, her mouth open. "You're kidding, right?"
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I shook my head. "I don't think so. Maybe he was joking, but he seemed serious."
