"Brother, shall we have dinner together tonight?"
"Sure!"
As Carson Flores was about to finish work, he received a call from Samantha Tate. Her voice was soft and sweet, making it impossible to refuse.
The last time he met with Samantha Tate was the night they were attacked by the four beastly men, and their relationship had undergone a huge change.
Before, they were completely pretending to be lovers, but now they had kissed, so to call it pretend would be irresponsible and self-deceiving.
Carson Flores figured he would probably be questioned by Shirley Miller when he got back, so he might as well hide out to avoid the trouble.
Today Samantha Tate was clearly dressed up with intention. She had curled her hair, worn an off-shoulder top with a miniskirt, and strapped on crystal high-heeled sandals. Simple yet fashionable, her fair and long legs moved gracefully, drawing countless men's looks. Gazes landed on Carson Flores, filled with men's longing and envy.
