"Victor, what's wrong with you?"
The woman's voice carried a hint of seduction and temptation, making all the hairs on Victor Bennett's body stand on end.
His mind was now a complete blur, unable to think of anything, only knowing that he had to leave here, immediately, right away...
The man wobbly stood up, grabbing clothes from the floor and haphazardly putting them on.
Fiona Grantham was startled and quickly moved over.
"Victor, what are you doing? Don't you want me?"
Fiona knew Victor Bennett harbored a strong desire at this moment, and no matter what, she couldn't just let him leave like this.
"Victor, don't you want me? Look at my body, I am yours now, everything about me is yours."
Simultaneously, she kept letting out wanton sounds.
Victor Bennett felt like his scalp was about to explode, a surge of uncontrollable nausea rising to his throat.
He forcefully pushed Fiona Grantham away: "Get off!"
