Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

Fuck With Call Girl

Paul let out a snort and then stared at me. As he stood up, the first question that sprang to his mind was," "You wouldn't have let me cum till you were ready for me just now!"


I must have beefed up my defenses because I smiled at him with a phony grin made of plastic and gazed at him. "Goodbye Paul ," I said. 


After I finished my sentence, I went out of his apartment and onto the elevator. Throughout the whole of my ride in the elevator, I maintained my calm by sitting perfectly motionless. It wasn't until I was sitting in the taxi that I glanced down into my lap and attempted to sob quietly while making as little noise as I could while doing so.


"Hello?" In the midst of my daydream, I am rudely awoken by Max's voice.


Chapter １１