"Now it is my turn to return the favor," Noah stated, and even before Aria could comprehend his words, he tore her shirt, exposing her delectable body to his eyes and hands.
"What did you do? Aria almost screamed at him. "Why did you tear this shirt? I liked it very much." She complained softly, not noticing that Noah's hands were slowly inching towards her underwear. Although she too was desperate for what Noah intended to do to her, she never wanted him to tear the shirt she was wearing. She liked the shirt, it was very comfortable and soft.
"I'll buy you a hundred shirts as compensation," Noah stated as though it was not a big deal for him, and Aria rolled his eyes at the profligate man. Aria agreed that the man was loaded. But it did not mean that he could waste money unnecessarily.
