in fragments of the previous night's events. She sat frozen, momentaril

three separate times. Each day brought mounting medical expenses that towered beyond her fin

sponse had shattered her-he had demanded she sleep with a film director in exchange for

ity, reluctantly agreeing to the arrangement. At the director's apa

she was someone he could bed without payment and that

d never intended to help with her grandmother's medical costs. They had merely

er chance, fleeing in panic only to collide with the man now stan

he wanted to take responsibilit

er voice barely above a wh

ept to

ushing to Gianna's face, embar

k you for helping me, sir, but you don't owe me any

beside the bed, hastily drawing

aying intimate moments from the previous night-her soft gasps, the sen

shifted uncomfortably. "Sir, could yo

ty. He cleared his throat and stepped o

hes. She ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, attempting

wed once more in appreciation

halted her just as her

ariness in her eyes. "Is t

want to take responsibility for what happened. Don't be so qui

A man so insistent on helping a woman he barely knew

her had been betrayed by a man too. She had grown

er, Gianna shook her head. "That won't be

d and walked away. As he stared after her retr

ears, she no long

.

d Gianna as she steppe

control, betrayed by her own father, and now, left with the haunt

dwell on pain. Her grandm

ialed Aaron Fletcher's number. At this desperate junc

le so-called fri

n was also the man who h

t been for her grandmother's critical condition and her father

followed by Aaron's careless drawl. "Gianna, I'm at

formulate a response

, a wave of bitterne

had treated her with the same dismissive attitude, summonin

desperation, Aaron r