He was supposed to beg for her touch like all the other rich men did. Why was he different? How was she going to hand him the drink now?Jacqueline's hea

e placed her hand on his arm, feeling his biceps and those veins. "We

his guy was exuding. He looked at her hand as if

nd slipped a sleeping pill into his glass unnoticed.Jacqueline's heart kept drumming in her ears as sh

yed it before taking it from her.Jacqueline felt relieved when he too

glass on the table.She just needed to be a little patient for five more minutes. After tha

ed, his eyes twinkling with mirth b

angerous predator. With the vibe she was getting, her subconscious was

the club? He had heard she had serviced many men, but the girl in front of him gave him the vibe of a... no way. He smirked. So

and minutes; it had been five minutes now, and he should at least be looking tipsy. What

ers. "Strip. I'm not going to repeat myself," he said in a low,

was left in her panties.His eyes raked over her body, but Jacqueline couldn't read anything in those empty eyes. He slightly pushed her onto the

ng the slight changes in her expression. He had been expecting her to try to hold or touch him like all the other girls did,

down there, and Jacqueline instantly clasped her legs, making him frown. He had man

breath, and Jacqueline felt li

roat run dry. Her eyes were already filled with tear

hrough his silky black hair. He left her o

now he was going to report to her boss. Her life was finished. Jacqueli

.Her face was wet with tears, and it seemed the words were stuck in her t

Jacqueline pleaded. She had never been this sca

ack leather jacket.He looked at her with a bored expression

cqueline pleaded as more tears fell from her eyes.He leaned closer to h

uh?" he asked, and Jac

let out a bone-chilling smirk, making him look li

e felt like her ears had malfunctioned; t

eans?" he asked, raising

slave," he said coldly, and