The wealthy widow did indeed do just that, reaching out and yanking the bow tie from Felix’s neck.

A chorus of “Wow” erupted from the group of women, their eyes shimmering with mockery.

Human nature is a curious beast; it seems that whether you're a man or a woman, once you amass a fortune, you're prone to

corruption.

If you don't turn bad, it's probably because the temptations haven't been juicy enough.

Sitting in the farthest corner, Carol had declared at the outset her wish for speace, so no one bothered her with questions.

When she saw Felix's bow tie being pulled off, a hint of amusement sparkled in her eyes.

As distasteful as the scene was, she had to admit Felix was rather handsome.

Especially from her vantage point, where she could catch a glimpse of the muscle definition just below his chest.

The rich widow grabbed Felix by the hair, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness.

"I heard that when you pop the cork on this bottle, you can pocket a neat $200 commission. Felix, you've been quite dismissive

when I've ccalling lately."

Felix, blessed with the patience of a saint, still managed a smile despite the circumstances.

"Odelia, please, let's not do this."

Such words, when spoken by a man of his looks, were devastatingly charming.

Odelia patted his cheek, "Alright, I won't hassle you. Tell you what, down three drinks, and I'll let you go."

the

to see a pretty face and you never shared the

just got her payout from her ex-husband and now she's out to snag herself

lie, he does have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred times better

home."

the

could fetch $10,000 and if a server opened it,

half a month and had set

but he had refused.

today only reignited

nearby white bottle,

you do, I'll open five bottles of the good

straight. For anyone with a delicate stomach, it

of a life here? Especially that of a

present

took the glass, tilted back his head,

apple bob

another, "Here's the second. Don’t say I'm hard on you. I fancy you, want to have

eyes, but he drank

a flush had spread across his cheeks, and his fingers trembled as he

in the ears following the fiery trail

discomfort, swapped the third

thick with the scent of liquor, and no one stepped in

excess, with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others, still married, playing

lives from their spouses.

convenience, where a divorce would be

agreements, allowing each other

boasting about their conquests, these women had little to offer

one-upmanship in wealth.

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