Godfather calls!
Women, too, must be put aside.
Victor went back and kissed Belsaria, full of apologies, "I need to go work for a bit. Vienna is not safe at night; you never know when a pervert might jump out. I've booked a room in the hotel next door, you can rest there~"
"Is there anyone more perverted than you?" The woman adjusted her gown back into place, embraced his neck, and with a kiss and a smile said.
Victor rubbed his nose against her cheek and then said to the secretary, Krista Schroeder, who hurried over, "Take good care of Belsaria for me."
The latter nodded respectfully.
Having a mistress look after your girlfriend...
Only such a bold man would do something like that.
But then again, some men are bold, like the stallion Guzman; it's said that back in his hometown, he owned a four-story villa.
Here, he kept his four favourite mistresses, one woman per floor.
"I'll walk you downstairs!" said Belsaria, as young girls do like to cling.
