You lie perfectly still in the middle of the Italian silk sheets, every muscle locked, every breath measured. The stacks of cash around you smell like paper, ink, and your own arrogance. For the last twenty minutes, you have been congratulating yourself on the brilliance of the test, certain that five hundred thousand pesos spread across a bed would reveal exactly what kind of woman Carmen really was. You expected temptation to speak louder than dignity… Continue reading…
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