on'

e cried, her voice almo

to even look at the pers

how, we locked eyes, she instantly looked away

ndsome, I'm breathtaking, I hear a lot of that from l

the window and looked back. "Motherfuckers!" She screamed at the men who were chasing her,

s compartment, her breath coming in loud gasps and her chest ri

e woman dress in this manner? A prostitute wouldn't even dress like this. Whenever she was about

. She was almost naked, barely wearing something tangible. I started questioning

." She suddenly blurted, her voice flat and direct,

're a clubber. No, wait, a fucker?" I

towards me and flung me a deadly stare as the bubblegum she

bundles of cash on her bare lap, "What's with t

denly shifted, and her

love to fuck your father." She snapped bac

life will become way better than this." I blurted, my voice cold and unfortunate, almost too obvious that I wanted to make her feel insulted. "And you

want my number? You might n

gusted glance before fo

nd let me out of this goddamn car, I've had enough of the privilege"

door handle, impatiently waiting for me to finally stop the car. The moment the car rolled to a stop, she i

e, prostitute. Mind sharing?

ng at the corner of her lips. Without another words, she leaned closer to me and blew her bubble gum out of her mouth, letting it pop o

hed her swayed her hips teasingly and I couldn't help but regret taking her into my car

r move, the way she made our first encounter feel

exited through. Damn her. She was playing with fire, and I hated

rapped my fingers tightly around the steering whee

ehind me. I still couldn't help myself but glance at her through the rearview

seemed like a long ride, I finally pulled through the massive iron gates of my estate. The enco

middle of a garden. One of the biggest m

imported palm trees, which led to the entra

't lacking anything close. The high-end decor was sound, the art piec

rries weight in today's Mexico's business world. I

e Mexico Business Consortium was within reach, except for one prob

mmediately landed on the only person who has

th a half-empty glass o

's arms, or are you still too married to your busi

d, "and before you ask, I didn't kill anyone tonight either." I

k a glass cup and poured some into it before strolling back to the living ro

omething serious on his min

seat, man. It's mine f

he lowered his glass on the tabl

funny?"

ll yours, you know that already." Liam muttered, his ass

he problem, L

n what's the problem? You know, no one

be married, man." I choked,

"Wait! You? Married? That's the f

on my own. Now, suddenly, I need a wife to pr

lity. A man with a wife looks m

e would just be a

is glass. "Alright, if you n

ocked, trying hard not to

just need someone who looks good by your

l make sure you are the one who gets m

as a yes." Lia