“Hey.” I tried to muster every possible sober neuron in my brains and called him.
“I don’t want to buy your pussy.” He replied annoyed, probably of constant girls offering theirs to him.
“It’s free.”
Finally, I won his attention. I almost wanted to laugh my ass off his expression because it’s still f*****g blank space. Did his parents not taught him a single emotion except that cold gaze?
“Never had a woman offered me free before.” A deep and smouldering voice caused me to be ashamed of my intentions but I didn’t falter. I only want him. Also, I didn’t expect the subtle cologne he wore to smell danger that contrasted his clean look. Nevertheless, he was more gorgeous up close.
“Bold of you to assume I meant what I said.” I raised my eyebrow, smirked and sat beside him. I grabbed the
