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

Why do my conversations with King William end this way? I text Paul, desperate for a male. 


From how he treats me to how he fucks me, I can't fault Paul. Why don't I resign like I should? He's gorgeous, wealthy, and utterly into me! First, I resisted since he was a smut lord's heir and my supervisor. But that's not why I'm hesitant to enter into his arms. No, Client 5, I blame King William .


Yes... You think I'm foolish. Split between two guys I've never met. I've never seen his face, and I know nothing about him, yet something about the way he talks to me pulls me in, almost like a spell from which I can't escape. Knowing he'll call makes me wet. Every phone call I make to him... I should pay, not him. All of our chats leave me drenched and striving to recover after another mind-numbing climax. What do you want to hear? True. Only one man can bring King William 's wishes become reality,. Paul Caspar! No surprise.


Chapter ２７