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

"Until next time, my queen," I say, and I hang up before she can respond.


I walked faster than I thought and now I'm finding myself standing in front of her door. I knock. I don't hear her in her apartment. But I know she's home.


I knock again. She's here; that much I know. I mean, I just had her on the phone. And then I hear it, the lock on her door is released and it slowly opens. She is standing in the doorway, her face flushed and in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen in my life. We are both looking at each other, and for the first time, we are both at a loss for words.


Paul's second knock makes me dash to the door. Crap! He arrived very quickly! My heart's still beating, and I couldn't alter. I'm still wearing the lace bra and thong I wore on the phone.


I'm still moist after chatting with Henry on the phone. Paul Caspar has arrived. This time, he texted me, as if he knew I was having a private moment with King William .


Chapter ３１