Indifferently, he remarked, “It's not overly costly. If you like it, keep it. If not, and you prefer cash over jewelry, I can write you a check."

Accompanied by a waft of smoke, he proposed, “How about two million dollars per encounter? I'll be departing overseas in three days. If you're inclined to earn some extra cash, show up here at eight every night. There is no need to bother with cooking. After the intimacy, I'll arrange for a driver to take you back."

The delivery remained nonchalant.

Melissa paled, beads of cold sweat forming on her body. The realization dawned on her slowly. Tonight was a transactional affair.

He engaged with her not out of affection, not because he had forgiven her, but for his physical needs.