That afternoon, she had been mocked by his sister, Bella, at the Harding family estate. Resentment had been simmering in her chest. Later that night, right at the critical moment in bed, she realized they were out of condoms.
At that moment, Bella's insult—*cheap trash*—echoed in her mind. Suddenly, Sara didn't want to take the pill and abuse her body for his pleasure anymore.
So she used illness as an excuse and rejected him.
It wasn't until Adrian slammed the door and stormed out that Sara realized the gravity of her mistake. Stopping a man when he was past the point of no return? No one would take that well.
Hearing her explanation, the man's lips pulled into a distant, mocking arc. "Such a coincidence?"
His features were chiseled, his brows and eyes striking, commanding authority. But when he didn't smile, he radiated an arrogance that kept people miles away.
Just like now.
In his cool, detached gaze, Sara saw her own pathetic reflection, desperately trying to please him.
"...Did you drink? When we get back, I'll make you some hangover soup. That way, you won't have a headache tomorrow."