[14] Maybe The Hot Freeloader Is Sort Of Okay

To be honest, that was already more than I expected him to pay.

Big Mama closed the curtain behind us, trapping the both of us inside the private booth.

His legs were crossed, his hands placed perfectly on top of his knees. He was both frowning and glaring at me. Veins were probably popping by his neck with the number of angry auras vibrating from him. I find myself glaring back. He was the one who requested my time so wh