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

Loefel sips champagne and pushes her croissant with her neon-pink artificial nails. "Unknown... Isn't that weird? The idea that phone love is possible."


"I hate to sound cliché, but until this night, everything seemed like destiny, Yas."


"Fine, fine," she replies, giving up. "How come? Idiot. Exactly. Find Perfect. You adored him by phone and in person."


"What gives? It seems so simple. Remember? He'd planned everything."


"Overreact. I know it stings to be lied to—it would me too—but you still love the same person. Paul tried to come closer to you after you slept with him, but you drew away."


"Unknown... It's incorrect. I said/did intimate stuff over the phone."


Loefel tells Arcadia, "Listen." "I've known Paul Caspar longer. Before meeting you, he knew how to rip sh*t apart."


I tell Loefel, "Yeah, I know." "I could make him happy."


Loefel: "You did the minute he met you."


Chapter ４０