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

"Everything's great. Merci. I'm busy, so..."


"So, sir, I'm phoning your room. Sorry to bother you, but you seem busy. Other clients are... They're complaining about noise, sir."


The guy lies, wanting to seem professional and not disturb his affluent troublesome customer. "Just... Don't be too loud."


Paul thanks him and throws the phone again.


"Uh. And have fun, sir," the guy says, his voice tinged with genuinity or envy.


"Isn't he right? "We'll have fun" No more words from him, he thrusts violently as if we'd never stopped. He thrashes me violently as I move my hands up and down his back and over his buttocks. He continues the pace until my groans turn into screams, all the hotel manager's "be quiet" warnings forgotten. Who cares about noise while I'm having fun?


My mind explodes as I scream till my throat burns. My hands flit all over his body as a shudder runs up my spine and my soul.


Chapter ４６