Chapter twelve

“I should bill you for the damage you've caused, but I doubt you have two pennies to rub together, you sorry excuse for a human being!”

He hailed insults on and on at Dario. It’s not like Dario didn’t look expensive or didn’t seem like he could afford the shoes, but the man was blinded with rage.

“You know what, I’m in a good mood so I’ll let it go. But only if you clean the champagne off my shoes with that tongue of yours.”

The guests around watched as the scene unfolded. Is the man really serious?

“Look, I’m sorry. I need to leave here right now!” Dario said, looking at his watch. He had already spent almost ten minutes just finding the exit.

“You’re not going anywhere until you lick the champagne off my shoes!”

Looks like he really meant what he said. This man was asking Dario to kneel and lick champagne off his shoes? What a joke!

Dario stood there stunned, this man was starting to get on his nerves and he was not having it anymore.

Smirking evilly, he continued “Oh! you can’t do