hapter 217 Ruthless Rejection
Chapter 217: Ruthless Rejection
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Ashcroft let out a harsh, mocking laugh that cut through the open air and made her blood run
cold.
“Not fair?” Nick echoed, throwing the words back at her like a slap. “What’s not fair is that the moment you saw me, you literally dumped your latest sugar daddy, ruined his life, and destroyed his career in a single afternoon.”
He shoved his hands casually into his pockets and leaned a little forward, his expression
twisted into one of absolute disdain.
“And now you’re standing in front of my car, desperate to get my attention?”
Nick took one step, towering over her with eyes full of utter contempt. “What’s your game here? You thought you could just leech off of me next? You thought because you were done with the trash, you could step up to the jackpot? You’re pathetic.”
Every single word felt like a physical blow. The raw insult pierced straight through Brandy’s chest, shattering whatever pride she had left.
Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her fingernails digging so deep into her palms that it bit into her skin. Tears of pure humiliation and rage pooled rapidly in her eyes, blurring her vision as her chest heaved.
“STOP IT!” Brandy screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of the agony.
Ashcroft raised a brow, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He could see he had hit a nerve-e xactly what he wanted. He expected her to finally break down and back off now that her pride was completely shattered.
“That’s way out of line, Mr. Ashcroft!” Brandy choked out, tears finally blurring her vision as her voice trembled with pure indignation.
Nick snorted, a mocking grin cutting across his face as he took in her pathetic state. “Did I hit a nerve, Ms. Martinez? Tell me, what exactly is out of line if everything I said is true? Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
Brandy’s mouth opened, a desperate instinct to fight for her dignity clawing at her throat-but no sound came out. The defense died before it could even form.
Because he was right.
Just an hour ago, she had been entirely prepared to bend over for Bill. She had been ready to let that old man use her body again, just like she had done with so many others.
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It was what she did.
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There was no tragic backstory to shield her, no starving family or desperate childhood to justify it, her family was a comfortable, typical middle-class household. No one had forc her into this line of work.
It was her choice.
Born out of her own greed, her craving for quick money, and her refusal to settle for a mundane life when she could have the luxury that only wealthy men could provide.
She had the face for it, she had the body for it, so she chose to profit from it.
A sharp twist of shame burned in her chest, but it was quickly swallowed by a bitter sense reality.
Sure, she was often disgusted by the old, ugly clients she had to endure, but she loved the money. And it wasn’t all bad-some nights were actually good.
Especially the night she had spent with Nicholas Ashcroft.
Nick didn’t miss the way her silence stretched.
Her gaze dropped, the weight of the truth pinning her to the spot.
He looked her up and down, a slow, clinical sweep from head to toe, before letting out a sharp, cold smirk.
“Let’s stop playing corporate, Ms. Martinez. Civility obviously didn’t work with you,” he said.
His voice dropped into a lethal, quiet register that forced her to listen. He leaned in closer, ensuring every single syllable burned.
“So let me be straight with you, and hopefully, you’ll finally get this through your head-you are nothing but a high-priced escort.”
He paused, letting the insult sink in.
“You serve drinks, you serve food, and you sell your body to men for cash.”
He let the words hang in the freezing air between them, his dark eyes boring into hers.
“That is your utility. Don’t mistake a transactional night with me for an invitation into my life.”
Brandy flinched as if he had physically struck her.
But Nick wasn’t done.
He stepped even closer, his shadow completely swallowing her.
Why did his disdain feel like a blade twisting directly into her chest?
But Nick didn’t show a single shred of pity. His expression remained a mas disgust.
“Now get lost,” he commanded, his voice returning to a normal, cutting volu
to hear.
He took a step back toward the open door of his SUV, delivering one final, i shoulder.
“And don’t you dare show your face in front of me again… or else you’ll reg even knew my name.”
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