I lived with Tran Vong Tan for three years.
We shared a bed every now and then… but we never once kissed. Ours was a strictly transactional arrangement, purely physical.
Until the day I caught him getting a little too close with his new secretary—a woman who apparently had unfettered access to his private space.
I know when it’s time to bow out. The night I left, I sent him a single text: [I’m going back to my hometown to get married. Don’t contact me again.]
After walking my blind date to his car, I turned around… only to lock eyes with Tran Vong Tan.
He lost all control, pinning me against the wall, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “What’s he got that I don’t? Money? Power? Or does he just fuck you better than I do?”