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Holy shit!

Guessing my size was easy, since he kidnapped my lace panties, but how in the world was he able to guess my bra size so precisely?

The set Bryce selected for me is a revealing nude lace, scattered with glittering Swarovski crystals, which includes the bra, panties, and garter belt. The bra criss-crosses at the front around the neck and the panties have the most unusual cut I’ve ever seen—they are a set of high-waist briefs and the back has a cutaway that reveals the upper part of my butt cheeks.

Bryce knows what he wants and he has the money to buy it.

Considering basic bras at Agent Provocateur start at three hundred dollars, this set must have cost thousands.

I know he bought this to satisfy his own fantasies, but I’m giddy.

I spend the day running errands.

I stop at the bank to put the money Bryce gave me into my account. It’s an insane amount for the effort I put in, considering he did all the work, but I won’t complain. I used some of my earnings to buy a dress for tonight. A rich woman dropped off her freshly-dry-cleaned items for sale as I was wandering around the shop. The second the sales assistant placed the dress on the rack, I snagged it.

By four o’clock, I make my way back home to get ready for my second date with Mr. Van Der Linden.

I kiss my fingers and touch the wooden frame before stepping into the house.

It’s a ritual.

Thank God, I still have a roof over my head.

After my financial debacle, it’s the last thing of value I’ve still managed to hold on to. I guess I should say, the second thing of value—my body is the other. Since the house is under my baby sister’s name, my creditors can’t come after it.

This is humiliating.

But the money keeps me going.

I’m determined to dig myself out of this hell hole on my own.

In his note, Bryce was vague about the type of event we’re attending tonight, so I decide to play it safe and dress the part of the escort to the fullest.

Before leaving, I check myself one last time in the mirror.

Not bad.

I’m quite pleased.

The straightened blonde hair and perfect makeup add more drama to the white dress I’m wearing. I took some of the money Bryce gave me to buy a pair of shoes. at the same where I bought the dress.

I shake my head.

Some women are so rich, they can drop off brand new shoes at a secondhand shop because they’re last season.

I sigh.

To have that kind of life…

I stand taller thanks to these white leather heels adorned with a lace-like pattern that ties with a leather strap around my ankles.

They’re super sexy!

When I arrive at Trouble’s Trust bar, I expect to see Bryce, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

Have I made a mistake on the meeting location?

As I scour the room one more time, my phone chimes.

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