Chapter 145 The Gigolo From A Club
- Hiram glanced at the bank card, then chuckled. "You want to pay me to leave her?"
- That was the funniest thing he'd heard all year. He was used to throwing money around, not being offered it.
- Doris, puzzled, studied Hiram. His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. Maybe all attractive male voices sounded alike.