VIP 888. There were only two people left in the large, luxurious private room: Arvin and Joyce. Then he loosened h

a prostitute. As if! "Mr. Arvin, right? I'm not a hooker. You are misunderstanding me. If

t here to find someone to sleep with. He didn't know what was wrong with him that day, but he really felt like teaching her a lesson for being so arrogant. How dare she talk to him like that? As A

uddenly went silent, her bottom lip quivering. She reminded Arvin of an injured rabbit. She was not exceptionally beautiful, but something drew him to her. Was it he

ts to relax them. Isn't that right?" Arvin's gentle and magnetic voice sent a chi

I can'

go of her and walked back to the sofa. There was a hint of disdain on his face. Joyce was livid. The man's disdain irrit

you!" Joyce wanted to turn around and leave, but she was suddenly overcome with a wave of dizziness. She felt as if the floor was being pulled from u

eed to use the ro

ith him overnight. However, the fat man called Tom did not

hispered in her ear, "Wild kitten, rest well." The

o leave, but the woman grabbed his shirt and kep

rched and in desperate need of some water, but something pressed against her lips

e their way down to her neck. Joyce lay frozen. She wanted to escape, but she could not. She seemed to realize what would h