CHAPTER 17

A while ago.

“Why do you live as an escort?” The raven-haired Verella was on a bed, covering her body with a thin blanket that couldn’t quite hide her curves. “If you come with me, I’ll marry you and treat you like a prince.”

“Stop joking. I’m already married. I think I told you that multiple times already,” Phil replied. He was sharing the bed with her, and he only had his underpants on him.

“You said you live together with her, so that doesn’t make you married, though. And why would you have sex with me if you really love your girlfriend?”

“It’s my job as a private escort to provide special services,” Phil said, not sounding all that happy. “Besides, you’re the one who seduced me.”

“Hehe, this is the sixth time we did it this week,” she giggled a little. “I think I’m getting addicted to you.”

“Then let’s not do it anymore. Habits can easily become a part of us, so it’s best for both of us if we stop here.”

“Fine, but let’s do it just one more time, alright? As a farewell of sorts.”