"Yes, to kick you out, asshole." Jasmine Yale looked down at him from her vantage point.
He turned her room into a mess and he thinks he can't be kicked out?
So, Sylvan Cheney took out his phone, and in front of her, turned it off.
With a "bang," he threw the phone onto the ground.
He looked at her with a teasing smile in his eyes, "You can't turn it on."
Fucking hell... Jasmine Yale was roaring inside, how could there be such a despicable person.
So despicable, really.
He leaned back on the bed, his posture was very sexy, especially the open neckline revealing half-exposed skin, radiating a mature charm.
This man had a great body, and when drunk, he seemed even more like a fox, seducing everyone around him.
With just a glance, he could doom thousands of young girls.
He suddenly beckoned her, "I have something to tell you."
"What?"
"Come here."
