Third POV

He throws her a warning glare. “Didn't you ask me to leave you?” He remains the way he stood, a sarcastic smile lights across his lips.

"Do you want it now?"

Lucy's palm becomes hot, her cheeks burn in shame, she quickly retracts her hand. But then, a pair of sturdy arms picks her up instantly and leads her towards the bathtub.

"Now, let me taste your sweetness, is it worth one hundred and seventy million?”

Lucy is startled for a moment. George stretches out his hand to hold her down.

"What are you pretending? Didn't you enjoy what I just did?"

"No! I don't want it! Just...