Chapter 186

Charles was stunned. What the hell was this woman doing? Letting out a long, exasperated sigh, he steadied Marsha and led her toward the door. Austin watched them leave before finally turning to Suzanne. "Let's go," he said softly. … Inside Charles' Lamborghini, the space was tight, and the speed was fast. Marsha was practically draped over him, shifting uncomfortably. Annoyed, he nudged her. "Hey, sit up properly." But despite his irritation, he couldn't stop the heat creeping up his face. For all her fiery attitude, Marsha had an incredible figure. That red strapless mini dress clung to her curves, emphasizing just how dangerously sexy she was. Charles forced himself to stare out the window, refusing to let his gaze wander. "Urgh—" His body stiffened upon hearing the noise she made. Whipping his head around, he glared at Marsha, his voice sharp with panic. "You'd better not—" But it was too late. Marsha lost control and threw up all over him. Charles let out