"As long as you're satisfied," Yulia O'Connell chuckled softly.
In the next moment, Cole O'Connell's fingers easily slid open the zipper behind her, gliding across her delicate skin.
"What? Do you want me to call out for those people to hear?" Yulia O'Connell disrobed without needing his assistance.
This action piqued no interest in Cole, who snickered, "You know very well I won't touch you."
"You're probably the least capable patron in the world of sugar daddies," Yulia said, pulling her clothes back on.
Not every man who avoids women is a gentleman; they might very well be wolves in sheep's clothing. Cole had touched every part of her body, except for that final line of defense.
He tolerated all her rebelliousness but didn't allow any man to peep at her. She was like the little princess he'd raised, only for his own gaze, forgetting that both shared the O'Connell surname.
Cole squinted his eyes; the chill spread, and his body endured yet again.
