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

Noon already? Arcadia's waiting for me to call.


Whatever, stop staring at me, ok? Before her, I was a regular, well-adjusted jerk. I used to fuck ladies, but I never lied to them. With her, I'm double-fucking.


Who am I talking to? Hearing her voice again makes my heart skip a beat.


"Kitten, it's King William ," I reply gravelly. My intellect and attention are on the line, despite the computer displaying new emails.


"What?" When she sounds subservient, my cock stiffens. "Kitten, I'm not convinced."


She says, "I came home to receive your call."


What's Ifan wearing? Taking control, I ask. What?


Arcadia describes her outfit, and I lean back. She adds, "I'm wearing a pink lace thong and stockings." "And a pink lace bra"


I shut my eyes and imagine the lovely Goddess from hours ago reclining in lingerie to speak to me.


This seems incorrect to me. Crazy! Today is busy.


Chapter ２１