@โพ โฐ xiaoting s. cherry was pretty. insanely pretty, if mark were to be honest. and pretty faces had advantages. usually, they could get away with things that usually get average folks in huge trouble. mark was not immune to cherry's pretty face. most of the time, it suited her, the way she made bold demands or denied him. the red of her usually made her endearing, earned her a couple a bit of rough manhandling, and nothing a mild choking wouldn't fix. but recently it wasn't the case.
he adored cherry a lot. let her get away. but whether it was because of his work or personal affair, he wasn't having any of her attitude that night.
"don't I pay the lounge to be entertained?"
cherry sat an arm's length away from him, tapping away on her phone.
he wasn't any better. paying another human for something like physical intimacy instead of building a meaningful relationship but he digresses.
he was the one with the upper hand here. that mattered.
he had half the mind to call her over to sit on the floor at his feet but he doubted she would follow and he wasn’t about to waste his breath and time so he walked over, standing before her, and snatched her phone and threw it to the other side of the couch.
(he has the manner to not destroy others' personal belongings.)
he reached forward, got a hold of her jaw and tilted her head up, and offered a polite smile. as polite as it can be when he's irritated.
"why I come here, cherry?"
while he used his other hand to undo the belt on his jeans and popped the button open.
"I come here so pretty like you can get money while I don't have to care about things for some s."
the zipper was pulled down.
now mark never wore any undergarment when he visited venus lounge. why would he? he was going to get and . and he wasn't a stripper to offer a show. he never saw the need.
