Chapter 158

The other men were all over their female companions, but Mr. Ward was by far the worst. Ignoring Marina’s protests, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding under her dress to grope her chest.
Marina’s heavy makeup couldn’t hide the sickened look on her face. She struggled to get away. “Mr. Ward, I’m not feeling well. I need to go to the restroom.”
“Not feeling well yesterday, not feeling well today. Are you just messing with me?” he growled.
Marina had used the same excuse to escape the day before. Even Mr. Ward wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it twice.
Trapped, Marina looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t dare, forcing a strained smile instead.
As a former officer, Yvonne couldn’t just stand by and watch.
She stood up, walked over, and pulled Marina out of Mr. Ward’s lap.
Mr. Ward was about to explode, but then Yvonne sat down next to him, a dazzling smile on her face.
“How about I play a game with you, Mr. Ward?”
He stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Well, well, Mr. Taylor. It seems the lady prefers a mature, stable man like me over your type.”
“Is that so?” Thomas said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Mr. Ward threw an arm around Yvonne’s shoulder. “Alright, beautiful. What game do you want to play?”
Yvonne shot a cold look at the hand on her shoulder, fighting the urge to break it. “Dice. If you lose, you drink. If I lose, I take something off.”
Mr. Ward’s eyes roamed over her body, his interest piqued.
Someone handed them a dice cup, and the other men in the room leaned forward, their eyes gleaming at the prospect of a free strip show.
“Where’s the drink?” Yvonne asked, her slender fingers closing around the cup.
Eager to see her undress, Mr. Ward grabbed a bottle of high-proof XO from the table and poured a full glass.
Yvonne smiled, satisfied. With a flick of her elegant wrist, she shook the cup, the motion itself a captivating performance.
When she stopped, she looked at Mr. Ward. “High or low?”
“High!” he said with a lewd grin, his eyes fixed on her chest. A few other men snickered.
Yvonne ignored them, lifted the cup, and revealed the dice. “Low. You lose, Mr. Ward.”
She smiled sweetly at him. Mr. Ward’s face soured, but he was bound by the rules of the game the picked up the glass and downed the XQ in one gulp.
The next two rounds went the same way. After three straight losses, Mr. Ward’s face was dark, his patience wearing thin.
Yvonne paid him no mind and shook the cup again. On the fourth round, she finally lost.
She had to lose this one. To keep the game going, she had to give the old lecher a little taste of victory.
True to her word, she slowly slipped
off
toong
eight outer jacket.
she wore
l.ne
a form-fitte
ompletely covered.
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Not an inch of skin was revealed, but the slow, deliberate motion was like a scene from a movie, elegant and tantalizing, leaving the men wanting more.
“You win, Mr. Ward,” she purred, her smile seductive. “Let’s keep going.”
For the next several rounds, Mr. Ward continued to lose. Before he knew it, he had finished the entire bottle of XO.
His eyes were bloodshot when Yvonne finally lost again.
“You lose! Take it off, take it off!” he slurred excitedly.
Yvonne smiled and removed her top. Underneath, she was wearing a long slip
dress, revealing only her shoulders.