Charles shut the door behind them as they entered the smaller room.
"Why did you call me here?" Jasmine asked. From her undertone, he knew she was angry and if he slipped, she would transfer that anger to him as well.
All he wanted to do was fuck her till the anger left her body. His cock never went down after their session in the room got disrupted. But there were bigger things they had to handle.
Charles sighed and loosened the button on his shirt, which changed the expression on Jasmine's face.
"Wh... what are you doing?" She asked and moved back in shock as her eyes narrowed.
She thought he was here to say something important, not trying to do something funny.
"Charles... Charles!" She called. But that didn't stop Charles from approaching her.
"Charles...? I'm talking to you! Remember my father is here!" She screamed.
But still, that didn't penetrate Charles' head.
