Date with Me, Sugar Mama

"You're the one who paid 30 million for taking this box from me?" Viola took out a glass, took out the disinfectant wipes from her bag and wiped it again and again. She poured a glass of whisky and sipped it. Steven dared not admit it and blamed Tyler. "It was that stupid just now," he said. "You know I have no money."

"Interesting." Viola raised her glass and leered at Steven, "Your friends are not ordinary people, and the poorest one is the heir of the group. I don't believe that you have no money."

"We are just friends." Steven knew that she had a keen sense and it was reasonable that she noticed it, but he did not intend to keep it a secret.

"Let's talk about you and me." Steven smiled, grabbed the glass from her hand, drank the whiskey up, and then bent over her and looked at her sentimentally.

Viola looked up at his eyes bright as stars.

The ambiguous light and atmosphere and her beautiful voice made him instantly intoxicated.

After a moment of silence, he picked her up and kissed her uncontrollably.

Viola paused, then subconsciously wanted to push him away, but during this long time, her will was gradually weakened, even the overhead chandelier halo began to shake, everything became slow. His breath, his cool smell, his passion swept over her like a storm.

He didn't know how long it took before reason reminded him that if he kept going, he would lose control.

He finally pulled away a short distance reluctantly, took her hand to his chest and gave a tender smile, "It is up to your decision, but I want more."

Viola lied on the table, blushing and slightly panting. She did not bother to push him away, "Go ahead."

"Three dates a week with me." Steven's heart was so soft that he touched her face lovingly and said slowly.

"Mr. Chambers." Viola licked her lips, squinting at his handsome face, "A sugar mama should date with her lover, but it depended on the mood of sugar mama, am I right? If I'm in a good mood, I'll call you ten or eight times a week. But if I'm in a bad mood, you'd better stay away."

Viola seemingly did not refuse him, but she was telling him he got no chance!

"Really?" Steven bent over her and hugged her, with a low smile on her shoulder, and his voice was hoarse and deep. "Aren't you afraid that I did something out of anger, like following you twenty-four hours a day, or making a scene in the Shaws Group?"

He knew that the Shaws Group was what she cared about most, so she certainly did not want him to affect her position in the Shaws Group.

Viola froze, as expected. Her eyes gradually became clear and icy. "Are you threatening me?"

"I dare not." But his eyes were firm.

Viola's face change, and she found that he was not joking. Steven could even beat his nephew as he promised. What else could he not do?

Her mind pondered for a long time, and then she sighed.

"I know, but I get to decide where and when to meet!"

When she agreed, Steven didn't push his luck any further and nodded his head to show his approval. Then he changed his mind and said, "By the way, as for the killer last night, I asked my friend to check him and found there was a large amount of money transferred to his account from an anonymous account in the Bahamas. I don't know who placed the order for him."