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

"I never considered it a joke," I add softly. "I phoned because you couldn't see me." Because you left after one night."


"Well?" I know Arcadia's question is rhetorical. "I should've listened to myself." I shouldn't have texted. I should've left without thinking about you. I wouldn't feel tricked and degraded."


I approach her. "Don't be embarrassed, baby..." I start, but she contorts as she sees me.


"Fuck off, you creep!" she shouts. "You lied!" You had a million chances. You didn't spit at me until I told you I loved you. Face-palm. Paul Caspar or King William , you're Client 5 now. Some fuckwad who pays per minute to leave."


She heads to 5th Avenue. Sunlight is beaming from condominiums and co-ops across the Park.


"Arcadia..." I ask whether I should keep chasing her. She responds, however.


Stay away, Paul, or I'll scream rape. I suppose she'll turn around when she stops. While she talks.


Chapter ３９