“Just like our making love yesterday just happened? No, it don’t believe it! The clothes, the hair, the accent, even the eye color, were all deliberately changed. It was a flawless performance, apart from your earrings, the only slip you’ve made all these days. It didn’t just happen! You deliberately tricked me at every turn, and I want to know why now!” Brad shouted, shaking her. Zaira trembled as his fingers bit into her soft flesh roughly, and her eyes filled with tears at the mental as well as physical pain Brad was inflicting upon her. “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? I’ve been going crazy! Was it all just for the money or what?” he grated harshly. Before she could reply, he kissed her angrily, before finally letting her go. Brad threw himself down on the sofa, and she could see him shaking with rage. Zaira clung to the wall, and knew this would be her only chance to tell him the truth. He might not listen, he might get up and walk out of the door forever, but in spite of her pride, she had to try. She braced herself and moved over towards the sofa. She knelt down by his feet, and said pleadingly, ”Brad, I know what it seems like, but just think about it for a minute. You and I bumped into each other completely innocently in the foyer that day, and then at the party in the evening. You told me you wanted my help to persuade Zoe Dominick to let you film the book.
