Isabelle's forehead throbbed, dizzying her momentarily as she bent to put on her trousers. She had to support herself on the dresser for the wave of nausea to pass. The trouser suit she wore the previous day had been neatly placed on the guestroom bed, including her pants. She wondered whether Christian had something to do with that. The thought, however, only brought a new set of moisture in her eyes.Isabelle's stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had missed breakfast. She couldn't care less about her tousled hair or swollen eyes. She finally managed to pull herself together and stood upright, though shakily. Isabelle decided to take a taxi and go give her patient a piece of her mind. She was a grown woman for goodness' sake. She didn't want to crumple under his treatment. She wasn't about to let him use her the way he pleased."I am not a whore." She whispered, raised her chin high, and exited, heading for the front door. She needed to get out of the place. She couldn't stand t
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