Chapter 77 Sophia was a stunner. One look and a manâs blood could boil. Greg scanned the newcomers, and Sophia stood out like a diamond. Young curvy, with a womanly confidence that turned heads. âHey there, beautiful,â Greg slurred, reaching out to touch her face.
The two executives on the couch exchanged a worried glance. One started to stand, but the other held him back. âDonât get involved. More trouble than itâs worth.â
âBut thatâs Jasonâs wifel Greg doesnât know, but we do. We canât just let him...â
âThe manager brought her here himself. Jason obviously okayed it. Maybe they have some plan. If we mess with it, weâre toast.â
â...Yeah, youâre right.â
The music was loud enough to drown out their hushed conversation. Gregâs fingers danced across Sophiaâs bare skin, his eyes filled with predatory hunger. Her flawless face sent shivers down his spine. He yearned to devour her with his gaze. Jason and Sophia kept their private lives private, so it wasnât surprising Greg wouldnât recognize her. Even if he did, right now, Jason needed Greg, and offering his wife as arm candy for the night wasnât a big deal, right? âDonât worry, sweetheart, Greg cooed, his hand inching down towards her delicate collarbone. âIâll be gentle.â He leaned in, trying to peek down her dress.
The manager, witnessing this, felt an urge to stop him. But Sophiaâs icy stare held him back. Heâd been in the nightclub scene long enough to know when to mind his own business. A heavy footstep approached, and the manager turned with relief to see Jason and his bodyguards. Now the boss was here, things wouldnât get out of hand. As for whatever game Jason and Sophia were playing, it wasnât his place to judge.
âMr. Wilson,â the manager acknowledged.
Jason grunted, gesturing for him to move. His gaze immediately landed on Gregâs hand hovering near Sophiaâs chest.
The nightclub escorts wore barelyâthere outfits, all skimpy skirts and exposed shoulders, designed to turn heads. But Gregâs hand was practically disappearing into the valley between Sophiaâs breasts. The situation was... unmistakable.
Jasonâs face hardened, and his fists clenched at his sides. âGregâs our guest from Clumond City. We want him to have a good time,â he said through gritted teeth. âAnything you need, Greg, just ask.â
Greg threw his head back and boomed with laughter. He squeezed Sophiaâs side before pulling her into a tight embrace. âMr.
Wilson, youâre a true host! This beauty... she seems young. A young wife, maybe? But where do you find such exquisite ladies?
I wonder what her husband would say if he knew she was entertaining me tonight?â
It was supposed to be a joke, but it felt like a knife twisting in Jasonâs gut. His eyes darted to Gregâs hand resting on Sophiaâs bare shoulder, and a murderous rage bubbled inside him.
Sensing his rising temper, Jason quickly looked away and strode into the private room. âEnjoy yourself, Greg,â he forced out, his voice laced with venom. âItâs just a woman.â
Greg laughed again, holding Sophia close. Jason watched them, his eyes burning with fury. This shameless woman!
Always flirting with anyone in sight!
As Greg settled across from Jason, still holding Sophia tight, his hand continued its journey south. It roamed across her shoulders, then dipped towards her exposed legs. Jason gripped his glass so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes were glued to Gregâs hand hovering dangerously close to the hem of Sophiaâs skirt.
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