Chapter 788 Why’d You Smash Your Head into My Bottle

• Her already stunning face flushed with two soft streaks of red. In the dim bar light, Olivia Carter’s laughing, liquid eyes looked downright wicked. One lazy glance at Roy and a chill ripped through him, every cell in his body screaming to haul this alluring “eastern pixie” over his shoulder and drag her home.
• Arousal hit like a freight train. Roy grabbed any chance to puff himself up.
• “Sweetheart, come with me tonight. Don’t buy into this dumb, useless guy. Stick with me and I’ll show you what a real man is.” He leaned in, aiming for a stolen kiss.