#Chapter122
Laughing mockingly. /"The therapist I fucked on her couch countless times in her living room./" That halts her in her steps glaring hard at me in hate. Good. Her ample chest heaves rapidly as if trying to react to my mocking words. There I see it.
Bellowing. /"And what the fuck are you wearing?/" She flinch back glaring at my raised tone.
/"It’s a club Mr. Ivanov so I dress the part./" Touching her body. I had to blink if not I'll rip the dress off her and fuck the sense into her head. /"Why are you up my case? Like I don't get it./" Folding her arms under her chest popping them out more as her hips shoots out the way she stands on her black heels. /"You said you'll be gone out of my life and not less than two weeks you hogging my ass. Pussy so good you can’t keep to your fucking word./" She mocks in a smile.
/"Don’t you dare fucking talk to me that way flower?/"
