"Do you know what you have to do to support me?" Bidegla didn't refuse, still smiling.
This girl is so lovely, Bidegla feels sorry for not teasing her.
"We'll have meals together, play together, and then live together," Tamma Jones said, seeing no sign of refusal from Bidegla, her face also showing a smile.
"This girl is quite bold," Bidegla thought to himself, but he continued, "What do we have to do when living together? Do you know?"
As he said this, Bidegla's eyes carried a mischievous look, causing Tamma Jones' face to blush.
"I know, of course," Tamma Jones spoke softly, and then her voice became even softer, almost like the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings.
"Don't worry... I'm still a virgin," Tamma Jones spoke softly, her face full of shyness.
"Wow," Bidegla was truly stunned by her words, a virgin spending half a million a month to support him, it was like a pie falling from the sky.
A beautiful woman to sleep with, and she even pays for it, this is a rare and extraordinary thing.
And from her previous words, Bidegla could see that even if he continued to add to the fifty thousand, she would not refuse.
Is this woman out of her mind? Bidegla couldn't help but think.
"Don't you want to?" Seeing Bidegla's change of expression, Tamma Jones seemed to become nervous.
"Don't worry, I have hands and feet, I can support myself, I don't need you to support me," Bidegla said, rubbing Tamma Jones' face with his hands, feeling very speechless.
"You silly girl, supporting someone is not like what you're doing, you're just giving away money," Bidegla shook his head.
"Then I'm willing to give it to you," Tamma Jones spoke, pouting, almost like she could hang an oil bottle on her lips.
"I..." in the end, Bidegla was truly defeated by her, willing to lose money and lose to someone, what was she thinking?
"Sir, here's your card," thankfully, the female waiter came back at this moment, breaking the awkward situation.
Taking the card and putting it in Tamma Jones' hand, Bidegla quickly rushed out of the private room.
This woman is truly something else, spending money to support herself, could it be that there is still something special about him? A shiver ran through him, and a beauty came to support him?
Tamma Jones is undoubtedly a top-notch beauty, in terms of looks, she should be on the same level as Jennie and Shina Macai, each with their own unique charm.
True top-notch beauties each have their own kind of beauty, Bidegla truly can't tell which one is more beautiful.
"Honey, wait for me," in the hotel, Tamma Jones quickly chased after him, because she called him "honey," she attracted the attention of many people.
Finally, Bidegla's arm was caught by Tamma Jones, and she held him in her arms, as if afraid he would escape.
Thankfully, there were no acquaintances around, otherwise Bidegla would have to dig a hole and hide in it.
Earlier, Tara Lassen called him "honey," and now another one came out, calling him "honey," could it be that there's really something about him that attracts beautiful women?
No matter what Bidegla thought, he simply could not fathom why they were all so attached to him. "Let's go, I'll find you a place to stay." Disregarding the strange looks around them, Bidegla pulled her into the Ferrari without hesitation. "Where do you want to stay?" Bidegla inquired as he started the car. "I want to stay at your place," Tamma Jones said, holding onto Bidegla's hand without letting go. Fortunately, it was already late at night and there were fewer cars on the road, otherwise Bidegla would really worry about having a passionate 'kiss' with someone else's car while she clung to him like that. "No," Bidegla firmly stated, "I cannot bring you to my home. However, I can arrange for you to stay elsewhere, just not at my home." Bidegla shook his head and refused outright. "What a joke, he and Jennie were living just fine. How could he possibly bring her back unless he lost his mind?" "Why are you being mean to me?" Tamma Jones seemed very aggrieved at the tone of Bidegla's voice, her eyes turning red once again. "I'm not saying I can't bring you to my home, it's just not possible right now." Seeing her tearful look, Bidegla softened his tone. "So does that mean I can come in the future?" Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Tamma Jones' previously aggrieved expression turned into one of excitement, changing her demeanor faster than the weather. "Let's talk about it later," Bidegla said, not wanting to disappoint her with her excited expression. After all, he couldn't make her cry, right? And if he and Jennie got married in the future, he believed that bringing her to see their home shouldn't be much of a problem. In the end, Bidegla brought her to the front door of a five-star hotel and got out of the car. Tamma Jones looked like she came from a wealthy family, and Bidegla wasn't worried about her not being able to afford it. After all, she was willing to spend 500,000 a month, so she could easily afford a few thousand for one night. "Alright, go inside. I have to go back now," he said, handing her the car keys and getting out of the car. Little did he know that as soon as he got out of the car, he felt a warm, shy embrace from behind, with two soft masses pressing against his back, feeling truly wonderful. "What's wrong?" Bidegla asked, without turning around. "You can't leave yet, you have to come in with me," Tamma Jones said, holding onto Bidegla tightly. "But I need to go home and sleep, I have to work tomorrow," Bidegla responded haphazardly. "I don't care, if you don't come in with me, I won't stay here. I'll go back to your place with you," Tamma Jones said stubbornly, forcing Bidegla to finally agree. After all, it was just to accompany her inside, and perhaps she was also afraid. It was normal for a weak woman to feel a little scared when she arrived in a strange city. Bidegla accompanied her into the room, but the money for the room was still Tamma Jones', so Bidegla remembered the envious look from the man who opened the room for them. "This guy's awesome, bringing a quality girl to stay without having to pay for it himself. How come I never get lucky like that? The difference between people is truly immense." "Alright, now you don't have to be afraid, I have to go back," Bidegla said, not entering the room, but standing at the door.
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"Are you really in such a hurry?" Tamma Jones turned around and looked at Bidegla with a puzzled expression.
"I have something to attend to at home," Bidegla responded haphazardly.
"That won't do. You'll have to wait a while before you can leave," Tamma Jones said, reaching out her delicate fair hand and pulling Bidegla inside.
"Are you trying to bully me?" Bidegla immediately put on a pretend frightened expression as Tamma Jones closed the door.
"Haha, today, I'm going to bully you, are you afraid?" As she spoke, Bidegla pushed Tamma Jones down onto the bed and straddled his waist.
Tamma Jones' pert posterior settled onto Bidegla's waist, causing him to widen his eyes in astonishment. This girl was incredibly audacious, almost like a lunatic.
But as he felt the delightful sensation from her posterior, Bidegla also immediately reacted. A top-quality beauty sitting in such an ambiguous position on his waist, if Bidegla didn't react, he wouldn't be a man.
"Haha, I won't tease you anymore. I'm going to take a shower. Don't run away, or else don't blame me for finding you at your home." Ignoring Bidegla's reaction, Tamma Jones left a harsh remark and quickly rushed into the bathroom.
Watching her figure disappear, Bidegla couldn't help but smile wryly. This game wife of his was truly one of a kind, as if she were missing a screw in her head. Bidegla still felt a sense of confusion about the whole situation.
But he had no intention of doing anything reckless. After all, he wasn't familiar with Tamma Jones, and he didn't dare to do anything inappropriate to a stranger.
Moreover, if he did, it would be a real crime.
As for Tamma Jones, apart from being stunning, she was absolutely stunning. Her appearance belonged to the level of a fatal beauty, but when it came to love, Bidegla couldn't reach that level.
The fondness for beautiful women was a common ailment for every man. After all, who wouldn't long for beautiful things? Watching her rush into the bathroom, Bidegla didn't know what she was up to.
Without using X-ray vision, Bidegla lay on the bed and gradually felt drowsy.
At this late hour when everyone else was asleep, he was still accompanying Tamma Jones in her mischief. It was already past midnight, and he was starting to feel sleepy.
In a daze, Bidegla didn't know how long he had been lying there. In any case, he was woken up by a tingling sensation.
Opening his eyes, Bidegla saw a breathtaking face less than a centimeter away from him. At that moment, Tamma Jones was using her head to playfully tickle Bidegla's face.
Bidegla remained silent, simply staring at her from such a close distance, able to see her face in its entirety. Tamma Jones' face was immaculate, with a rosy complexion, flawless and without a trace of makeup. Even with her head facing Bidegla, he could catch a whiff of her fragrance.
As Bidegla stared in a trance, Tamma Jones also widened her eyes and seemed surprised that Bidegla had suddenly woken up.
After about a minute, Bidegla finally snapped back to reality. But it was at this moment that Tamma Jones suddenly lowered her head and gave him a peck on the cheek before jumping off the bed.
In the past, Bidegla used to forcefully kiss others, but now he has allowed someone to forcefully kiss him, even though it was just his face. This is intolerable. He must regain his dignity somehow.
Originally, Bidegla was about to reach out to grab Tamma Jones, but before he could make a move, he froze, his eyes widening even further.
Because at this moment, Tamma Jones was practically standing in front of him naked, her flawless figure on full display.
Struggling to swallow, Bidegla was immediately aroused, almost bursting his pants.
"Am I beautiful?" Suddenly, Tamma Jones, her face flushed, turned in front of Bidegla and asked in an extremely shy tone.
"Beautiful." This response almost instinctively came out of Bidegla. Tamma Jones was a first-class beauty, just in terms of looks, and her figure was impeccable, tall and slender, a typical oriental beauty.