Chapter 63

Naomi placed the key Henry had given her on the dashboard as she returned to her car. His boldness in making such an appointment surprised her. With a wry smile, she started the car and drove back to her law firm.

It was past nine when Naomi finished work and arrived home. Brendan was already there. She pushed open the bedroom door to find him exiting the bathroom, freshly showered. Tossing her phone onto the table, Naomi remarked, "Have you changed your ways? You're back earlier than me."

Brendan responded indifferently, "You might want to consider a new job." He'd been coming home more often lately, and he wasn't pleased with her dedication to her work.

She chuckled. "I thought you wanted to take care of me."

"Dream on," Brendan retorted.

Ignoring his disagreement, Naomi approached him and reached for his robe belt. Teasingly, she said, "If you satisfy me, I'll take care of you."

Brendan looked at her coolly. "Do you think I can't spend all your family's money?"

"Why don't you give it a try?" Naomi challenged.

Brendan showed his disdain. "Hurry up and shower."

Naomi laughed. "Aren't you being impatient? I'll be quick!"

She adjusted his robe and went to the bathroom. A short time later, she emerged, towel-drying her hair, when her phone rang. With a knowing smile, she answered.

Henry's voice, filled with anger, erupted from the phone. "Naomi, are you playing games with me?"

Naomi sat in a chair. "I have quite an appetite. I was afraid you wouldn't satisfy me, so I arranged for several girls to test you first. If you can satisfy them, then you'll be qualified to sleep with me."

She'd taken the key from Henry that morning and, that afternoon, arranged for ten women from a nightclub to meet him. She'd given them money and told them they'd receive $200,000 for each sexual encounter with Henry, with no upper limit. Consequently, when Henry arrived, the ten women, viewing him as a source of wealth, all pursued him aggressively. He'd had quite a difficult time escaping the situation.

Brendan listened, his gaze fixed on Naomi. It was clear she'd been involved in something questionable.

Henry sneered at her audacity. "Naomi, you'll regret this."

Naomi snorted dismissively and hung up. What was he thinking? she mused. He's clearly out of my league.

She tossed the phone aside. Seeing Brendan staring at her, she smiled. "Can't hold it in anymore?" she asked, glancing at his lower body.

"Naomi, don't change the subject," he said. "Was that Henry?"

Naomi tied her hair back with a hair tie. "Yes! He wanted to sleep with me. Can you believe that? He gave me a hotel key, so I arranged for ten girls to meet him there."

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