Second Chance At Love

Chapter 77

Sophia was a stunner. One look and a man’s blood could boil. Greg scanned the newcomers, and Sophia stood out like a diamond. Young curvy, with a womanly confidence that turned heads. “Hey there, beautiful,” 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. “Don’t get involved. More trouble than it’s worth.”

“But that’s Jason’s wifel Greg doesn’t know, but we do. We can’t just let him…”

“The manager brought her here himself. Jason obviously okayed it. Maybe they have some plan. If we mess with it, we’re toast.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.”

The music was loud enough to drown out their hushed conversation. Greg’s fingers danced across Sophia’s 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 wasn’t surprising Greg wouldn’t recognize her. Even if he did, right now, Jason needed Greg, and offering his wife as arm candy for the night wasn’t a big deal, right? “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Greg cooed, his hand inching down towards her delicate collarbone. “I’ll be gentle.” He leaned in, trying to peek down her dress.

The manager, witnessing this, felt an urge to stop him. But Sophia’s icy stare held him back. He’d 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 wouldn’t get out of hand. As for whatever game Jason and Sophia were playing, it wasn’t his place to judge.

“Mr. Wilson,” the manager acknowledged.

Jason grunted, gesturing for him to move. His gaze immediately landed on Greg’s hand hovering near Sophia’s chest.

The nightclub escorts wore barely–there outfits, all skimpy skirts and exposed shoulders, designed to turn heads. But Greg’s hand was practically disappearing into the valley between Sophia’s breasts. The situation was… unmistakable.

Jason’s face hardened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “Greg’s our guest from Clumond City. We want him to have a good time,” he said through gritted teeth. “Anything you need, Greg, just ask.”

Greg threw his head back and boomed with laughter. He squeezed Sophia’s side before pulling her into a tight embrace. “Mr. Wilson, you’re 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?”

It was supposed to be a joke, but it felt like a knife twisting in Jason’s gut. His eyes darted to Greg’s hand resting on Sophia’s bare shoulder, and a murderous rage bubbled inside him.

Sensing his rising temper, Jason quickly looked away and strode into the private room. “Enjoy yourself, Greg,” he forced out, his voice laced with venom. “It’s just a woman.”

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 Greg’s hand hovering dangerously close to the hem of Sophia’s skirt.

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