Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 108 Get Out

Aren’t the clothes enough? What else would Henrick have prepared for me?

Eventually, her curiosity got the better of her, and she played the disc.

A good-looking couple on the couch immediately showed up on the screen.

Is this some kind of romantic drama?

Arielle tilted her head in confusion as questions started going through her mind. Does Henrick think this drama would spark some romance between Vinson and me?

Before she could question any further, the couple on screen had gone on to engage in various embarrassing acts.

Arielle gradually went from a state of confusion to a state of utter shock.

What the hell is this?

As she stared wide-eyed at the screen, Arielle felt numbness all over her hands and feet.

Even though she considered herself to be knowledgeable, there was still a first time for everything.

All Arielle wanted to do then was to drag Henrick out and curse angrily at him.

Due to a combination of shock and rage, Arielle’s hand trembled and dropped the remote control. Thud!

her daze as she quickly leaned forward to pick up the remote control so she could turn the

in her hurry, her foot accidentally kicked

once again

messier things got. Arielle tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath and forcing herself to block out the moans the

deep breaths, Arielle finally found herself in a more composed

phone to illuminate the bottom of the couch and look

distance back, Arielle knelt on the floor and stretched her

felt himself getting more drunk by the

suite, it took two tries before he

the suite, Vinson heard strange noises that sounded a lot like a man and woman having

I entered

back out of the suite to check his room key, only to confirm that he hadn’t

that he hadn’t made a mistake with what he had heard. As a grown man, he was only all

guts

had lost all rational thought and let

only to see a scantily clad woman kneeling on the floor with her back

had a superb figure, especially her thin waist that he

he found even more appealing, was the white bunny’s tail at the back of her costume that swished away with every movement the woman

man, under those given circumstances, would still

hard, trying to resist the temptation in front of him. He was a man, but he was

weren’t feelings involved, he wouldn’t bother wasting his

more he reasoned with himself,