Date with Me, Sugar Mama

"You're the one who paid 30 million for taking this box from me?" Viola took out a glass, took out the disinfectant wipes from her bag and wiped it again and again. She poured a glass of whisky and sipped it.

Steven dared not admit it and blamed Tyler. "It was that stupid just now," he said. "You know I have no money."

"Interesting." Viola raised her glass and leered at Steven, "Your friends are not ordinary people, and the poorest one is the heir of the group. I don't believe that you have no money."

"We are just friends." Steven knew that she had a keen sense and it was reasonable that she noticed it, but he did not intend to keep it a secret.

"Let’s talk about you and me." Steven smiled, grabbed the glass from her hand, drank the whiskey up, and then bent over her and looked at her sentimentally.

Viola looked up at his eyes bright as stars.

The ambiguous light and atmosphere and her beautiful voice made him instantly intoxicated.

a moment of silence, he picked her up and

time, her will was gradually weakened, even the overhead chandelier halo began

breath, his cool smell, his passion swept over her

reason reminded him that if he

hand to his chest and gave a tender smile, "It is up to your

lied on the table, blushing and slightly panting. She did not bother to push him away, "Go ahead."

so soft that he touched her face lovingly and said slowly.

her lips, squinting at his handsome face, "A sugar mama should date with her lover, but it depended on the mood of sugar mama, am I right? If I'm in a

him, but she was telling him he got no

low smile on her shoulder, and his voice was hoarse and deep. “Aren’t you