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

The metropolitan skyline from my workplace window. I can't sit still and pace like a caged lion, fists in suit pants pockets. "I'm not selling," I tell Brooke a second time.


After unleashing those words, I feel my jaw relax, but I turn at Brooke and realize that my irritation has passed to him. We've argued 45 minutes.


He shakes his head and slams his hand. "Why? It's illogical!"


"Why keep Dreams LLC? Everything else is gone. !"


"Henry Greenwood told me everything, sir. Morozov wants to buy your phone sex enterprise. He's generous. This price is unmatched. Promise. Why not sell now?"


 "You heard that this is the area's most lucrative phone sex enterprise."


"Paul, please! We both know. Phone sex isn't sustainable. Teens desire web cameras and mobile phone porn. "


"Artistic phone sex. I don't believe it'll be discarded as you imply."


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