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

We've all turned to the fucking beauty in front of us, wearing a tight white skirt and black blouse that shows off her tits. Just seeing her makes my cock quiver in my trousers. She approaches Abraham.


 "Arcadia Lane, previouslyDreams ." "Sit down?" 


Abraham grabs Arcadia's hand and puts it to his lips. Brooke leaps out of his chair and sits next to me as he adds, "Pleasure to meet you, young lady." Did he and Arcadia exchange a glance? Since they've never met, it's irrelevant.


I grin cockily, attempting to seem cool.


"Sarcastic, Arcadia. She's come to shatter my balls, too?


She suddenly grabs my hand. When I glance down, she's smiling.


It's short-lived. She addresses Henry and Abraham.


She continues, "Gentlemen, I know you're wondering why I'm here." They can't help but grinning at her. "If I didn't tell you anything, you may acquire this firm without all the information."


Chapter ４３