"Are you calling me sleazy?"
"Don't sleazy guys like to see women in these sexy, hot clothes? You didn't have a woman before, but now that you've tasted the sweetness, you're hooked. Are you going to feel something for any woman now?"
Joel Russo's gaze was deep and suddenly, a smirk appeared on his lips.
That sinister smile truly sent chills down Arabella Vanderbilt's spine.
The man suddenly propped his hands on either side of her, leaned down, and pecked her lips, then raised his dangerously smiling deep eyes at her, "Do you know that I love you?"
"..." Arabella looked at him defensively.
Why bring this up now?
"What... do you mean?"
Joel Russo's smile deepened, his thin lips aimlessly kissed her face.
His low and husky voice resonated softly in the room, "I love you so much. Since you called me sleazy, if I don't act like it, wouldn't your words be empty?"
"..."
"As long as you say it, and as long as I can do it, it's all yours."
