Semua Bab I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute : Bab 151 - Bab 160

“Are you sure it will be okay if I leave you here alone, Madame?” Asked Marlon, and Vivian was actually too lazy to answer his question. The man wouldn't even answer her questions regarding Steen's mother, saying that he wasn't in a position to tell her anything about his boss, and that was why he apologized to her instead of granting her a wish. Actually, Vivian knew that Marlon was not wrong because it was indeed not appropriate for a loyal subordinate like him to talk about his boss behind his back, but Vivian was still annoyed that Marlon seemed too loyal, and she thought a loyal underling like him was too good for a madman like Steen. Unfortunately, she could only sigh in the end, knowing that she had no right to know about Steen's personal matters, nor was it any of her business. Only her curiosity tickled her conscience, but that didn't mean she needed to find answers to her questions. "I'll be fine on my own," Vivian curtly replied.

Vivian couldn't see anything, but she could imagine how the man used the sole of his shoe to drag the golden card she had previously dropped on the floor into his apartment before closing the door behind him. Two people were in the apartment, the door was closed, but they did not move away from the entrance. Vivian could feel how her back was pressed against the closed door as the man continued to kiss her lips hungrily. Could it be that the man had not eaten his dinner so he wanted to devour her lips so badly? It was a ridiculous thought that popped into Vivian's head in this situation, but she could no longer think about it when the man kissed her more intensely. He alternately sucked on her upper and lower lips, and when he found that doing that was not enough, he started to open his mouth before actually eating hers. Their warm tongues met, and Vivian could feel her whole body shiver. It was only their second meeting, but she had always kn

There wasn't a real birthday party, and that was why Vivian only chose the simplest dress available in her wardrobe. She was now wearing a brown dress with short, puffy sleeves, and a square neck. It was a flare dress that covered more than half of her thighs, but now it was flipped open so her thighs were completely exposed. It was enough to make her feel vulnerable, but maybe the man who gave her that kind of feeling didn't think that the sight he was seeing was enough, and that was why he pulled down her panties. Instead of covering her private area, her panties were now on her thighs, but that clearly violated the underwear's true purpose. But she didn't have time to mind that as her body suddenly jolted in shock when she could feel hot tongue teasing the outside of her entrance down there. The tongue seemed polite because it didn't go straight into the door, instead it seemed like it was knocking until it got permission from the owner of the warm cave.

Warm or cold. The difference between the two words was very clear, and even little Stanley would be able to tell it easily. He always asked for warm milk in the morning, but he always asked for cold drinks during the day. His mother often scolded him and said that a child shouldn't drink cold drinks every day, and she also said that the reason why the boy fell ill during his brother's wedding was that he always liked to drink cold drinks during the day. The difference between the two words was indeed obvious when it came to drinks or perhaps food, and before tonight, Vivian had also thought that the difference would also be obvious when it came to one's character. Warm-hearted people were her favorite. They would care a lot about other people, and they would probably smile a lot too. In contrast, cold-hearted people usually only cared about themselves, not even caring if others suffer. Tonight, Vivian didn't even know if the mysterious man was an amiabl

When we expected the worst, sometimes what happened was not the worst. Maybe that was how to describe Vivian's luck last night. After Marlon sent her back to Dahl's mansion, she rang the doorbell, and the one who opened the door for her was a maid. It might have been strange when she returned to the mansion late at night, but the maid didn't dare question her, and that was why she was able to quickly go up to her room. Back then, she had expected the worst. She had expected Steen would be in the bedroom waiting for her just to interrogate her, but when she opened the bedroom door, she found no one in the room. Even Steen's jacket didn't cover the back of the couch like it normally would, and when she pressed her palms against the bed, she didn't feel any warmth at all. She concluded Steen had not returned home. Vivian was relieved, but for some reason, she was also curious. Where did Steen go once the product launch was over? In which hotel did he spend