e Tim

sat at a table and lap

sitting opposite her. She wished she c

hand, sipped from h

uit complemented his figure, giving him a powerful, boss-like vibe. It

n his angular features, perfectly

membered him kissing every inch of h

ll of passion and a

ally serve his c

rse, he did. It was his job to

upting her thoughts. The smile on his face told Mic

his charm was

d as red as a tomato

Michelle turned her head aside and

arge you for that, Gerard said indiff

give you enough money that day? I didn't mean to underpay you. It's just, at t

tarted rummaging through

es. He laughed dryly and asked, "Your ex-

ne and her hair stood on end. Di

ious and shook her head fi

m in front of the man. "This should be enough. No

is phone out of his pocket. After a few se

ething I want

n the picture on the screen,

ging to Gerard and biting

ckeys littered the

phone from Gerard, but he was too fast for her.

y consent? Michelle growled in a low voice, glaring mur

glint in the man's eyes, she

can delete it, but you ha

more difficult to deal with than she thought. "

s man had only come

d his hand dismissively. Then, his eyes flashed dang

lief, Michelle nearly slapped

he brink of going crazy. Having se

uldn't be trusted, but now Michelle thou

oesn't matter if you have sex with me.

t.

felt that som

say something but then h

e screen, Michelle's face clouded ov

years, the Greenwood family had rarely contacted Michelle. The only

to you. Have dinner here tonight. Paula Greenwood's impatient, shrill voice sounded

ng for a response, Mich

I need to deal with, so I have to leave now. Let's talk about this later. I hop

packed up her things an