Chapter 8

Nick

He is pissed with what he saw last night. That woman is a high-class prostitute. She has too many men around her and the one she was with last night probably is her real boyfriend or maybe her pimp.

What he can’t understand about himself is, he doesn’t like her kind but he can’t take his mind off her.

She is a witch! She cast a fucking spell on me! He told himself.

He can still remember vividly her sexy as hell face and body. Even her scent is intoxicating. He has to admit that he lusts after her though he despises her type. He can feel his dick reacting just by thinking about the gold digger.

Just one f*ck..I will get her out of my system if I f*ck her once.

He stood up then dialed his phone to talk to his secretary. He ordered her to get the gold digger’s number so they can contact her. He will offer her a job.

“Sir, I talked to the