Chapter 905

Brad had anticipated this. Knowing Nadine's personality, she would definitely be in denial after she had had her fill. So, he had recorded everything on his phone when she was kissing him. Looking smug, he glanced at Nadine and brandished his phone at her. "Do you want to hear what you sounded like?" Before she could refuse, he played the recording for her. "Give it to me! I want it! I'm burning up. Kiss me! "Oh, that's it! Go harder, don't stop! You're amazing! I love it when you do this to me!" He only played two lines of the recording, but Nadine couldn't take it anymore. "Stop it!" How could that sultry voice possibly belong to her? The voice was dripping with want and pleasure, tinged with moans of satisfaction—it sounded like a woman in heat. She thought Brad had been bluffing, but the bastard had actually recorded it. Mortified, she reached out to snatch the phone from his hand. But Brad had seen this coming. He immediately hid the phone behind his back and grabbed her hand, flashing a suggestive smirk at her. "I'm not lying. You have to take accountability for the mistakes you made." Knowing her temperament and how easily embarrassed she was, he didn't tease her for long and paused the recording after a few lines. She was quite prickly, after all. If Brad infuriated her, it would end badly for both of them. It wasn't worth it. Too enraged to speak, Nadine wrenched her hand out of his grip and turned away from him. She began to put on her clothes. Her silence and disappointment tugged at Brad's heart. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I won't hand you over to the police. Just consider it a one-night stand, and no one else will know. Also, I can tell you're quite unsatisfied. How about we become friends with benefits? You can call me whenever you need, and I promise I'll be there," Brad added. Having his thirst quenched after so long left Brad feeling ecstatic. He was already looking forward to the next time. In fact, he even felt some gratitude toward Zara. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have had his fill. He had to thank her in the end. As Nadine picked up her clothes on the floor and put them on one by one, she felt complicated emotions swirling inside her. In truth, her tryst with Brad this time gave her a newfound sense of satisfaction. It felt as though their souls had merged, and all her physical and mental desires had been thoroughly sated. But deep down, she was well aware that she shouldn't cross paths with Brad again. Their divorce had sealed the end of any chance of reconciliation. Giving no heed to his nonsense, she turned to glare at him and said, "Mr. Hamilton, thank you for not telling anyone about what happened today. It would be perfect if you could also delete the recording. I'd really appreciate it." The fact that Brad had actually recorded their tryst still riled her up. If it weren't for the recording, she wouldn't have stayed another second. Unfazed, Brad leaned against the headboard and glanced at her. "That's impossible. You sound too good for me to delete it. In fact, I'm going to cherish it. Of course, if you miss my superb skills and want to relive the experience, I'd be happy to serve you again." His intention was simple—keep the recording and use it to threaten Nadine. That way, he could have his fill every day. He knew that she might flee Janctera City at any moment if he didn't have any leverage over her. Nadine wasn't fazed when she learned that she had slept with Brad. After all, sleeping with him was better than sleeping with a stranger. At least she knew he was healthy and hadn't contracted any diseases. She didn't have to worry about her own health. Also, she had indeed enjoyed the sex—it was fantastic and deeply satisfying. Apart from feeling a bit sore, she felt perfectly fine.