My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Prostitute?

I stared at Lance with wide eyes. Was he really trying to send me to this man?

Then I recalled the time when we were younger, he hired some gangsters to rape me. What can’t

Lance do?

My hands turned into fists, I couldn’t escape, could I?

“This is Jennie Gomez, she’s my secretary.” Lance introduced, smiling at the old man.

Since when did I become a secretary? This position, as secretary, allowed the old man to run his wild

fantasies even further.

The man looked at me with excitement and put his hands out in front of me: “Oh, it’s Ms Gomez, nice to

meet you.”

Why did he speak like he knew me?

I forced myself to smile and shake his hands. His rough hands held mine and wouldn’t let go.

I felt extremely disgusted, I couldn’t describe the disgust I felt. To be honest, it was as disgusting as

having intercourse with Lance.

Later, a lot more people joined us. I recognised some familiar faces, they appeared a few times in the

news. They were people in the government.

Lance invited them here to spend some time.

This was just the surface, god knows what they do in the dark, money and women.

After the golf, Lance led them to a fancy restaurant inside this place for dinner, there were two other

women with us, they were really pretty. Their names were Irene and Izzy.

They looked to be about the same age as me.

During the meal, the woman named Irene spoke in an oddly sweet voice: “It’s a little warm, don’t you

guys think?” and she took off her coat. She must be kidding, right? She was wearing a tube top in such

a cold weather.

Izzy followed her behaviour and agreed. “Yea, I know right, it really is warm!” she took off her coat too,

and what she was wearing was even more revealing.

She was wearing a low cut bralette only. Her body was so gorgeous that the middle-aged men were all

staring like there’s no tomorrow

I never knew the upper-class society was so ‘low’.

“Aren’t you feeling warm, Ms Gomez?” one of the middle-aged men asked me.

Winter wasn’t over, although it doesn’t get like really, really cold or snow in California, but I could never

get used to rainy and slightly colder seasons.

I glanced at Lance, he was also looking at me. He didn’t seem to be happy, was he trying to send me a

message, telling me that he brought me here for a purpose?

If Lance really send me as a gift to them today, would he benefit? But I didn’t want to, I’m not a

prostitute!

Lance kept staring me with that look. I had no choice but to take off my coat too.

Thankfully I didn’t wear anything revealing, but it hugged my figure tightly and showed off my curves.

“Ms Gomez has such a nice body.” One old man complimented, touching my arms slightly.

I forced myself to smile politely. “Thanks for the compliment.”

Lance’s eyes were filled with his unseen laughter. He must be satisfied.

The old and middle-aged men talked and accidentally’ touched us women here and there.

I was forced to drink too.

I got more and more dizzy, I was getting unconscious.

The last thing I saw was Lance talking about business and women with the old men. He’s an animal.

When I woke up, I felt someone molesting me. I opened my eyes and saw the bald man trying to kiss

me.

I shoved him away in disgust. He grabbed my legs, not letting me off. I kicked him out of instinct.

He got mad and slapped me hard across my face. It hurt so much my tears came out immediately. My

face stung.

“B*tch, stop pretending like you are innocent, your boss gifted you to me. Stop struggling and let me

kiss you, will you?”