Let Me Go, Sugar Daddy
s his. Con
er go from a timid little thing to someone bold
pping her chin and staring at th
were the one who begged
s eyes flickered, but she quickly spoke
at was ba
u lately. So easy, you don't know your p
d glow of the taillights. The night wind sent chills through he
place like this. Her phone battery had died too, and she
in front of her, making he
ness. "You're slower than a turtle. Get
say anything, he'd already slammed his car door and was stridi
view of City N was unmatched. She'd seen it from this villa for three years,
, and loomed over her. She barely had a chance to protest. Her body had been trained to re
action, he gave a cold smile. "With you acting
she think she was, deciding to walk away whenever sh
t he silenced her with her own
o the sound of the shower. Once she managed to gather a bit of stre
ed downstairs, Conra
r. She stumbled as she opened the door, only to
one who looked about eighty
t, Lillian
wary look. "I'm Evelyn. I came to return the coat Mr. Conrad left at my place." She clutched the bag tig
ave a cold laugh. So, he'd already found a new substitute to replace her. It seemed like Conrad didn'
room's decor, barely blinking. Her gaze fell on the shoe rack, where two pairs
, Lillian said,
he overheard her. With a cold and mocking tone, he said, "Nothing
u, he'd reach for the stars for you. Cross
a heaviness in her chest. With a soft laugh, she stepped back into the room, then,
the bra, warm from her bod
ound her underwear. Seeing his furious expression, sh
t myself. Has nothing to do with you, Conrad." With
Evelyn finally spoke up after a lon
t identical to how Lilli
ve at the hillside villa, so there
her head, she saw Gordon Smith leaning out the window, fl
air back and walked o
look striking. Her breasts were noticeable without a br
er, driving away the chill from the wi
," she
" Gordon asked, knowing there had to be a
unded as nonchalant as ever, gazin
cle who knew about her relationship with Conr
to?" he
rtments,"
t, did Conrad go bankrupt? He's go
a smirk. "Ju
er me. At least I wouldn't ditch a girl to walk thro
her. Having a woman like her around was a status symbol. Besides, she wa
ut the window. "Sorry, I don't do s
ike the little caged bird
now. Gone was the once-proud Lewis family heiress; af
ew bird, and she was definitely flying free. Better to p
man for money, but n
n waved her off to get b
, eyes scanning her curves under the thin dress, wondering h
ed quickly past, dragging her ex
oor, a slap came down hard,
you answer
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance
Romance