*RENEE*
I stared back at Marcelo, who looked angrier by the moment.
I had a feeling he wasn't going to let me see another man's crotch.
The room fell into a hushed stillness, with everyone too apprehensive to even breathe.
Was I perhaps witnessing my final moments of peace?
Had I pushed my luck too far?
Well, I couldn't stop now. It felt fun to push him. After all, he started this.
"Mr. King? What do you say?" I eyed him. "Should I continue the game? I'll follow your decision."
I made sure my voice was laced with a flirtatious softness.
I watched as Marcelo's expression darkened and he finally caved.
He moved forward in his wheelchair, picked up a piece of clothing, and threw it to Damian.
"Get dressed! This stupid game's over," Marcelo ordered.
Damian quickly starte
