Chapter 396
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“What a lousy excuse for a man,” Wendy thought.
Before they slept together, he had been so attentive, acted like he didn’t mind.
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gentle even though he knew she still loved Zac. He waited patiently,
But the moment he got what he wanted, all that warmth disappeared.
Was that tenderness just an act? Another carefully crafted personal
Wendy sat there, simmering with resentment, waiting and waiting until finally, at 1:30 p.m., Quinton Jackson woke up.
“Quinton,” she asked carefully, “you promised to book a private jet. Can I leave today?”
Still half–asleep, he pulled her under him without warning. “What’s the rush, baby? Let me have my fun first.”
“Have fun? Fun, your ass,” Wendy silently remarked.
She clenched her teeth and endured it. Ten minutes later, Quinton rolled off her, fully satisfied. “That hit the spot.”
Wendy was fuming. Maybe it hit the spot for him, but she was in pain. Her whole body ached–especially down there.
She tried to stay sweet. “Quinton…”
Before she could finish, he waved her off. “Alright, alright. I’ll make the call now.”
Wendy shut up. She knew when to back off.
Quinton might have the money for flashy cars and designer gifts, but he didn’t actually own a private jet. What he had done was pullavor from a richer friend–someone who happened to be flying to Elbonia soon.
International private flights had to be filed with the authorities at least three days in advance. Luckily, his friend’s jet had plenty of space, and tagging Wendy along wouldn’t be a big deal.
When the call went through, Quinton said, “Hey, Mason–I need a favor.”
After a brief explanation, Mason Henderson agreed without hesitation. “No problem. Just have her bring her passport and check in with my assistant to get the paperwork sorted.”
“Thanks, man,” Quinton said gratefully.
After hanging up, Wendy immediately wrapped her arms around his waist and cooed, “I knew you’d come through for me.”
Quinton grinned smugly. “Told you. You should’ve picked me from the start. Now look at Zac–his family’s broke. He can’t do a damn thing for you.”
That stung.
Wendy’s expression darkened. She had sacrificed everything for Zac: endured the label of homewrecker, lost millions of followers, made enemies out of powerful people like the Rileys–and now she was tangled up in a lawsuit. Worst of all, 7 abandoned her without hesitation. He didn’t even want their baby.
And here she was, selling herself just to get out of the country with this sleazy jerk.
Later that afternoon, with all her documents in hand, Wendy followed Quinton to a private club where they were scheduled to
meet Mason.
Wendy had taken great care with her appearance: full glam makeup, a body–hugging dress–sexy, tasteful, designed to impress.
Part of it was for Quinton’s ego. The rest? She was aiming higher. Mason came from serious money. If she could charm him, maybe she wouldn’t have to depend on Quinton for long.
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Men were visual creatures. And Wendy was confident in her looks
But the moment she stepped into the private lounge, her dreams came crashing down.
Her face turned ghostly pale. She froze in place, unable to move like someone had cast a spell on her.
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