It was pitch-dark when she left the hospital and headed to the address in the message. Sherry inhaled and took a few daring steps into the huge mansion. Her instincts told her something was up, but knowing the message could be from Stark Williams, she couldn’t ignore him.
To her relief, the first thing she saw upon entering was Stark Williams awaiting her, seated comfortably on the black leather couch.
“It’s you,” she mouthed, observing the man’s slightly reddened face. He had to have been drinking, she thought. Stark’s gaze on her made her feel as if beams were passing right through her as he indulged her in an impatient stare.
She didn’t even know what she was at the mansion for. Normally, Stark would have Walter call her to the luxurious hotel, but today seemed a lot different. He had even contacted her directly. She understood that being the whore he described her as, she didn’t even have the right to enter his home.