Joel Russo: "Fine. I kidnapped you to prevent her from skewing your sexual orientation."
Arabella Vanderbilt: "..."
Vincent driving in front: "..."
Sir, allow me a candid word, your persona can hardly maintain its stance!
"Joel Russo, you... you've really done enough, I've said it too many times, Isabella is my good friend. Don't the words she spoke today prove anything? Besides, I'm not a lesbian!"
"I know. But I don't allow even the slightest possibility of something happening to lurk between us. It's her fault for showing you that kind of movie; once I knew about it, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing, understand?"
Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip, "Aren't you being a bit too paranoid, overly domineering?"
Joel Russo reached out to clasp her hand, pulling her into his embrace, his fingers caressing her chin, the pads warm. His voice was low and mellow, bewitching, with a faint scent of alcohol that seduced the senses.
