The Woman I Desire, I Shall Not Let Go

"It seems you possess some degree of proficiency," Billie murmured, his arm encircling Alla's waist, pulling her towards him, a passionate kiss bestowed upon her cheek. "Speak, my dear. What reward do you desire?"

Alla, face unchanging, hand resting upon her kissed cheek, responded, "Mr. Roman, I require no reward. Simply order your men to vacate my friend's bridal suite."

"Consider it done."

Without hesitation, Billie extracted his phone, dialed, and commanded his men to withdraw. Alla, finally allowing herself to exhale, turned, holding aloft a glass of drugged wine, which she offered to Billie.

"Mr. Roman, I brought this wine specifically for you. Would you indulge me with a drink?"

"A drink?" Billie queried, a brow slightly raised, seemingly caught off guard by her invitation.

Billie, surprised yet intrigued, assumed Alla had a change of heart, and eagerly whispered into her ear, "Have you finally given in? Will you permit me to touch you?"