How could they wear such revealing clothes in this weather? Looking at the two, Winston frowned. Celeste's outfit was still somewhat acceptable. She wore a long, knitted dress beneath her coat. Conversely, Megan was wearing a wine-red leather jacket on top of a cropped tank top that showed her tummy. She wore a miniskirt and black fishnet stockings beneath a pair of boots. Despite her flashy outfit, her appearance was balanced by her obedient-looking face of a rich heiress. If anything, she looked elegant.What's going on? She had always looked well-behaved. Had she finally unleashed her true nature after the breakup? Winston's frown deepened. That's not true. They had never dated before, so there was no breakup in the first place. When Megan sent him that text, she only said to end things, right? Winston felt a little frustrated as he watched the two entering the club. "What a lucky day to see such beauties right after we came out. Mr. Belasco, I'll take my leave now. T
Megan wanted to pick a male escort and spend the night with him. Winston was the one who took away her dignity first. He would seem unimportant if she allowed a second man to do the same to her. That was her logic. Celeste disagreed with it, but she didn't stop Megan. Celeste loved her so much that she'd be biased for Megan. She'd even blame it on herself if she found out that Megan murdered someone. If she decided to spend the night with a male escort under safe conditions, Celeste wouldn't stop her. That said, Megan was the same as her. They were both, in truth, conservative. The male escorts were handsome, although their demeanor differed from Winston's—but they were just as good-looking. They were soft-spoken and egoless, which made them great at making women happy. "Which one of them do you want?" Celeste gave her a look and asked. Megan shot a glance at the man nearest to her. She gulped down some vodka. If she didn't make herself drunk with hard liquor, it'd
"You're quite the player for hiring over 20 male escorts. So how was it? Did you think those weaklings would be able to serve you well?" Damon looked down at her. Standing by the bed, he looked at her helpless face and mocked. Celeste knew she had done something wrong. Turning her face to the side, she didn't say a word. "Why aren't you speaking, huh?" Damon reached out to pinch her chin, turning her face over. He looked at her with dark eyes. Celeste had a tense look as he held her chin. She just stared at him without a word. Because of the stubborn look on her face, Damon felt even more frustrated. He increased the force on her chin as he glared at her. "Why aren't you answering me now?" Celeste thought about it. She made a mistake this time. She only thought about making Megan happy and didn't consider how Damon would feel. She should be setting aside her ego and coaxing him. The two of them had been through so much together, so she shouldn't allow something like
"No? Weren't you enjoying yourself at the club?" Damon's smile was terrifying. Celeste wanted to escape from him. "Not really…" She protested in a tiny voice. "Having drinks just like this is no fun. Why don't I pour some of that onto my abs?" Damon mimicked the tone of a male escort and acted coquettishly toward Celeste. He poured half a glass of whiskey for himself. Holding the glass, he leaned in closer. All those words from the male escorts were directed toward Megan! It had nothing to do with her at all! Celeste was so anxious that she broke out into a cold sweat. She felt wronged. "Those people aren't even the slightest bit manly. They had so much makeup on their faces. How did you manage to talk to them at all?" Damon sat to Celeste's right. He turned around and faced her. Stretching his arm out, he trapped her into the corner of the couch. The two were in such close proximity that they could feel each other's breaths. Celeste could even smell the familiar citr
Damon worked out all year long. There were beautiful, well-defined muscles on his abdomen. His eight-pack abs were clearly visible. The amber liquid flowed along Damon's abs. It flowed from his stomach all the way down to his groin. Celeste's face was flushed red. Holding her breath, she couldn't avert her eyes. "Darling, come here." Damon was turned on. With a hoarse voice, he coaxed her into coming closer. Celeste didn't want to move and merely watched him with widened eyes. "Come here, darling." Damon reached out and pulled her over. "No…" Celeste was so embarrassed that she was on the verge of tears. With a trembling voice, she refused. "Be a good girl." Damon held the back of her head and pressed her down on his abs. "Stick out your tongue. Good girl, baby." His body and throat were burning with desire as he coaxed her with a husky voice. Under his seduction, Celeste finally stuck her tongue out. Shivering, she licked his abs. "Oh!" Damon felt a shock spr
Was she drunk, or was she just mocking him? Winston stared at Megan with a frown. "Did I tip you already? I'm so drunk, I can't remember." Hearing no reply from Winston, Megan mumbled. She then casually pulled a stack of cash from her leather jacket and stuffed it into Winston's hand. "Is this enough? If not, I'll transfer more to you tomorrow." Holding the stack of cash, Winston laughed helplessly. Did he just get hired as a prostitute? The group of male escorts were taken aback as well. They didn't know Winston, but they had seen enough in life. They saw a Rolex around his wrist as Winston held Megan's arm. The money needed to buy it would be enough for any commoner to spend in a lifetime. How could he be a male escort here? He was probably Megan's partner, likely here to catch her in the act. The male escort who thought he could spend the night with Megan became disappointed. He was overwhelmed by Winston's overbearing demeanor and could only stand idly to the side
Winston had probably just got out of the shower. He was wearing a light blue velvet bathrobe. There was still water dripping from the ends of his hair. The moment Megan saw him, she became even more confused. Where was this? Why was Winston here too? Megan's mind was too clouded. She couldn't remember what happened at all. Didn't she leave the club with a male escort? What happened after that? She then realized that she was wearing a loose shirt with nothing underneath. Could this be Winston's shirt? "Why are you here, Mr. Belasco?" She tried to appear calm as she asked. "Where is this?" Did she remember nothing from the night before? Winston frowned. "This is my place." This was his other house in the city—one he rarely visited.When he saw how drunk Megan was yesterday, he brought her here. This was his first time seeing Megan in such a state. He never expected to see someone who he'd thought was so well-behaved to become so wild after one too many drinks. He rec
Megan was confused when Winston carried her.What was he doing? Did she do anything that made Winston misunderstand her yesterday? Why would he repeatedly give her hope if he didn't love her? It was a shame she wasn't the same Megan who was careful around him anymore. Winston carried Megan all the way to the couch. He found a quilt and covered her legs with it. Only then did he say, "You wore those clothes outside in such cold weather and had so much to drink. You even stood barefoot on the floor. Aren't you afraid that you might get sick?" Megan didn't answer him. She merely watched his actions without a word. After a long while, she suddenly laughed. "If it were me from the past, my heart would've raced out of my chest when you carried me like that." Her in the past? In other words, she didn't feel anything from his actions anymore. Winston understood the underlying meaning behind her words. The smile on his face stiffened. "Did I… make you suffer a lot back then?"