Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 20 Self indulgence

He was probably tired of me. He could even feel sick of me at the moment I slept with Vincent and felt

that I was a worthless bitch. However, when a man suddenly said to him that he wanted to spend a lot

of money to buy his woman, he would suddenly feel that there was probably something valuable on me

that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to sell her to you once in a while!" Christopher said, suddenly laughing sinisterly.

He could hear the taste of his schemes even on the phone. "Vincent Lopez, I know you like Jasmine.

Ever since I introduced her to you, you've fallen in love with my woman!"

Vincent coughed awkwardly and said in a low voice. "Since you know I like her, why don't you let her

go? As long as you agree, I will pay for it..."

"Impossible!" Christopher cut Vincent off before he could finish. His tone was resolute and without the

slightest room for discussion. "If you want to sleep with my woman, you have to follow the rules. This

woman is so valuable now. Do you want to buy her all at once? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Vincent looked up at me again. It seemed that he was questioning me deliberately. "Are you still loving

such a man?"

"That's right. This kind of man is indeed not Christopher I'm familiar with, nor the Christopher that I

want. I don't know what happened between us. Why did he suddenly become such a bastard and treat

me like this?"

"Christopher, you're such a bastard!" Vincent cursed Christopher.

Christopher didn't show the slightest bit of anger. Instead, he laughed even more sinisterly. "That's

right, I'm a bastard who only care about money. Did you sleep with her last night? Remember our

agreement, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

After that, he hung up the phone. Then Vincent raised his phone while looking at me with his drooping

eyes and asked. "You just heard it. This is the good man you've been missing, Christopher. Such a

man and marriage, do you still want to continue?"

God knows, at that moment, my heart was ruined by this phone call. What was the chastity archway?

What was keeping my body like a jade? I asked myself if there was any meaning in keeping this

marriage? What was the point of keeping this bastard alive?

The tears on my forehead flowed down again. Seeing this, Vincent reached out to wipe my tears. His

palm was very hot, which warmed people's hearts. It brought a sense of peace to my heart which was

as cold as ice.

As I cried, I asked him. "Vincent, How much will you pay Christopher for one night sleeping with me?"

Vincent probably didn't expect that I would suddenly ask such an embarrassing question. And his face

blushed. "Not much, 100,000 dollars!"

"You're really an idiot. Am I worth that much money?" I reached out and hit Vincent's chest hard. I felt

that it was not worth it for this man to be ridiculous. What the hell was this? What am I?

Me, Vincent, and Christopher, what is our relationship? Clients? Prostitute, and the husband of a

prostitute standing at the door waiting to collect money and keeping watching? Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Vincent reached out and took my hand. Suddenly, he kissed me hard. His kiss was forceful. He hated

that he couldn't swallow me into his body so that I didn't even have the chance to breathe, let alone cry.

After kissing for a while, Vincent's hand became restless. His right hand gently reached into my chest,

and his left hand stuck into my skirt.

Although Vincent's car was spacious. It was a narrow place after all. Besides, we're in the parking lot at

the entrance of the cafe. Is he got to have car sex with me in public?

I quickly reached out to stop him and begged in a pleading tone. "No, Not here!"

I just wanted to stop him from doing anything to me. But when he heard these words, it meant that I've

agreed to his invitation in some kind of other way.

He smiled ambiguously and finally got up from me and said to me. "Well, let's find a hotel!"