Heartstrings on Fire

Agnes took a deep breath to steady herself before stepping out of the car, feigning a calm demeanor, “What can I do for you, Mr. Whitfield?” Perfect. She could still call him Mr. Whitfield with such icy indifference.

“Agnes, what’s the meaning of having a one–night stand then disappearing on me?” Jared suddenly spoke up.

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Agnes was taken aback, not expecting Jared to be so blunt. His words made her feel as if he was playing the innocent victim.

“If I recall correctly,” Agnes retorted, “it was you who forced yourself on me that night. My not reporting you is already an act of mercy. So, there’s no ‘having a one–night stand‘ situation, Mr. Whitfield. You sure know how to evade responsibility.”

initially, I forced you. But don’t tell me that you didn’t want it afterwards, Agnes. We didn’t just

to Agnes, his voice a seductive whisper, “If you’ve forgotten, I wouldn’t mind

fury. She was genuinely angered by Jared’s audacity and his hot breath tickling

away, “Jared, we’re both adults. What’s the big deal about losing control once in a while? What do you want from me, money?” Money? Agnes really knew how to insult him! What did she think he

with an

sure why you’re here today. You forced me that night and now you’re using it to insult me. Is that your purpose? You want to know why I didn’t resist you afterwards,

knew what Jared was getting at. But she had her pride.