#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...