As they exited the restaurant, the sky outside had already darkened, a thick layer of dark orange clouds churning in the distance, sweeping the last glow of the setting sun off the face of the earth.
Arnold Simmons drove Hannah ho.
She leaned towards one side, her short, two-piece dress revealed a glistening, porcelain waistline, delicate and slender. She turned her head, her eyes twinkling, mirroring her radiant looks. A seductive smile hung on her lips, but her voice had a touch of puzzlent, "This isn’t the way back to school."
Arnold Simmons drew back his gaze, eyeing the traffic light in the distance, responding in a grave tone, "Hmm."
Hannah perked up, leaning towards him, her voice soft and coquettish, "Mr. Simmons, are you thinking of taking ho?"
Her sparkling eyes shone with anticipation, as if she was looking forward to sothing.
They were both adults, and the intent behind their words didn’t necessarily have to be declared outright to be understood.
Arnold’s breath hitched. His gaze brushed over Hannah’s slender neck, delicate collarbones, and that forbidden softness of hers; his breath was suddenly hot.
A greenlight.
Arnold forced himself to look away and stepped on the accelerator.
The speed seed to be at its max.
From the side, he heard Hannah’s yelp, "Mr. Simmons, slow down!"
Her voice was unsteady, soft and sowhat breathy, causing one’s imagination to swim.
The man’s voice, understated and husky, suppressed the heat in his body, his tone remained icy as ever, "Taking you to our new ho."
Half an hour later, when the car stopped in an upscale apartnt complex, Hannah finally grasped the aning of Arnold’s "new ho".
She looked at the exquisitely decorated house in front of her, then turned to gaze at the towering man next to her, her voice filled with disbelief, "Mr. Simmons, is this mine?"
She clapped her hands on her face, her cat-like eyes both pure and seductive, utterly irresistible without conscience.
Arnold Simmons slightly raised his brow, the corners of his mouth lifted in a not-so-obvious smirk, he brushed away the hair on Hannah’s forehead, "Yes, it’s yours, so you won’t say that I, your sugar daddy, am not generous enough to you."
Hannah couldn’t help but squeal in delight, and threw herself into Arnold’s arms.
He quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around her.
Her soft little voice echoed in his ear, "Mr. Simmons, you are so kind."
He looked at her, his eyes filled with an almost imperceptible touch of softness and gentleness, "Am I only considered kind if I give you gifts?"
Hannah blinked her bright eyes, tilting her head in thought for a bit, then leaned into Arnold’s ear and whispered, "Mr. Simmons is handso, rich and generous. He is undoubtedly the dream man of all girls. Of course, he is mine too."
She said flattering words with great seriousness.
Agreeing to take the sugar daddy’s gift without artificial modesty or shyness, her straight-forwardness was simple to the point of entitlent, never hiding her ambitions.
Her candor was simply endearing.
He never had to ’keep soone’ before, nor did he have any experience being a sugar daddy before Hannah. However, he knew, the bird he nurtured should naturally reside in his own cage.
His little girl might appear naive and innocent on the outside, able to act sweet and innocent in front of him, but he couldn’t guarantee the sa for her interior. If he was not cautious one day, and she ran away, it would be a great loss for him.
He broke the silence, his voice deep and pleasing, "Don’t you want to have a look inside?"
Hannah was still snuggled in his embrace, her head lazily resting on Arnold’s shoulder, throwing a tantrum, "Mr. Simmons, carry inside."
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