I was his allergen she was his cure what if this allergen turns lethal? novel Chapter 29

Chapter 1

Before the SATs, Nash Reed dragged me to his bed for a month of secret hookups. I was thrilled by my first taste of forbidden fruit, thinking my years of silent pining had finally paid off.

Until results day, when Nash Reed threw my pregnancy test onto my mother’s desk.

“Professor Blythe, didn’t you say teenage relationships were disgusting? Well, now your daughter’s just another girl I knocked up.”

“Too bad her baby, like her, will be a bastard that no father wants.”

Then he vanished, leaving behind only a stack of cash-his version of “services rendered”.

The next time we met, I was someone else’s mistress.

But Nash? He suddenly seemed desperate to play daddy.

I was on the phone with my seven-year-old son, reminding him to get to bed early, when my sugar daddy called me to join him for drinks. As I approached the private room, a man brushed past me, and we both overheard the conversation inside.

“I hear Patrick’s mistress is the hottest piece in the circuit. You snag her when she was barely legal?”

“Even the hottest gets boring eventually. Why, interested in taking her for a spin. Lee?” Patrick’s mocking voice barely disguised his pride. “She’s just a pretty little plaything I keep around. If you like her, I’ll send her your way tonight!”

After being Patrick’s mistress for years, I knew his game. He loved using me as social currency, especially when showing off to business

associates.

So I pushed the door open without hesitation, which allowed me to clearly hear that all-too-familiar voice.

“Sorry guys, my girlfriend doesn’t drink. I’ll take her round instead.”

The moment I stepped in, everyone turned to look. When our eyes met, the man’s unfinished drink slipped from his hand, shattering on the

floor.

I never imagined I’d run into Nash Reed like this after eight years.

He’d transformed completely-confidence oozed from his every movement, his demeanor radiating wealth and status.

And beside him sat a gorgeous woman, her hand possessively on his arm.

I forced my practiced smile and mechanically delivered my usual line: “I missed you so much, baby”

All eyes turned to me with a mixture of reactions-some appreciative, some pitying, but mostly disgust.

Patrick pulled me onto his lap, his greasy hands immediately sliding under my dress.

Nash’s expression shifted from shock to undisguised revulsion.

He’d clearly figured out what I was.

As the businessmen around the table poured expensive liquor down my throat. I learned about Nash and the woman beside him.

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I Was His Allergen, She Was The Cure. What If This Allergen Turns Lethal?

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Chapter 1

Her name was Riley James-Nash’s perfectly pedigreed, mutually adoring fiancée.

I suddenly remembered my mother’s warning years ago that teenage relationships would ruin me.

She was right.

My high school boyfriend now commanded the room with his arm around a beautiful woman.

While I, an unwed mother, warmed the lap of a man old enough to be my father.

“Patrick, don’t keep all the fun to yourself! Let’s see what this little mistress can do!” Lee slurred, his eyes crawling over my body, lingering on

my chest.

Patrick, ever the strategist, immediately recognized Lee’s interest. Trading a disposable plaything for a potentially lucrative business relationship was an easy calculation.

So despite whatever possessiveness he felt, he’d still encourage me to sit beside Lee at gatherings like this.

I understood the game and sweetly poured Lee a drink with practiced charm.

Lee, apparently pleased with the attention, pulled out a stack of cash and tossed it at my face.

“It’s too hot in here! How about this, gorgeous-I’ll give you ten bills for each piece of clothing you take off. What do you say?”

The men around the table cheered in approval, while Nash set his glass down with unusual force.

I instinctively glanced his way. He’d witnessed Lee’s wandering hands on my body.

His lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer.

So I obediently caught the money with my face and removed my jacket.

For the second round, Lee ordered me to take off my blouse.

I quickly unbuttoned it, letting it slide down to reveal pale skin and deep curves nearly spilling from my lacy bra.

I heard several men swallow hard and the subtle clicks of camera phones.

For the third round, Lee gave me a choice: bra or skirt.

But as he tossed the bills, his aim faltered, and the cash scattered across the floor.

I knelt down indifferently, gathering each bill one by one.

Until Nash’s expensive shoe pressed down on the last hundred-dollar bill, his eyes burning into mine.

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