Alexander Kingsley: "Your skills are lacking."
"..." Carla Carr was speechless, "Let’s change the game; rock-paper-scissors, how about it?" She really couldn’t handle the dice game.
"Alright." Alexander agreed.
As a result, Carla deliberately played slowly in each round, cheating, but Alexander just let her.
Because Carla was cheating by playing slowly, Alexander kept losing and was continuously taking off clothes.
Jacket, tie, gun, dagger, belt, pants, etc.
After countless rounds, Alexander was left with just a pair of men’s safety shorts, looking quite suggestive with his bronze skin, very tempting.
Although Carla had mentally prepared for this, her face blushed instantly, growing redder.
She meekly inquired, "Admiral, do you want to keep playing?"
"What do you think?" Alexander looked at Carla, who barely had any clothes left, teasingly remarking, "Nice figure, young lady."
"However, once the clothes are all off..." Alexander paused, "Once they’re off, we’ll play truth or dare."
Blushing, Carla’s head felt fuzzy; vodka wasn’t just ordinary liquor, even though she had a great tolerance, tonight she drank too much, and her body... was hot.
Well, especially with the man before her, good-looking and fit, she almost couldn’t control herself.
"Admiral, let’s not play anymore, I’ll just remove them now, too hot, I’ll just take them off—"
No matter what, he is still a man.
Her swaying body truly disturbed his mind!
This troublesome woman.
"We’re done playing." Alexander picked up his clothes, prepared to put them on and leave the room.
"Hug me—" The vodka hit hard, Carla transformed into a drunkard, clinging onto the man, "Stop putting on clothes, quick, take them off."
"Tonight I want to sleep with you, you’re wearing clothes, how do we do that?" She hadn’t forgotten her purpose of approaching Alexander, to become the admiral’s wife and to put Isabelle Nightingale, Peggy Carr, and Albert Kingsley to shame.
"..." Troublesome woman, drunkard, she even called him hubby, he lifted her chin: "Look carefully, we have no relationship whatsoever."
"Nowhere? We clearly have a $500,000 relationship." That check was real money, a tangled mess.
She directly pounced on the man, getting ready to strip him!
"What $500,000? Hmm?"
"You gave me $500,000, isn’t it to have me accompany you for the night?" Carla knew those powerful men loved doing such things, using money to entice people.
Anyway, she hadn’t forgotten her goal, even while drunk, she bit directly onto the man’s chest.
"Alexander Kingsley~"
"You already kissed me, it wouldn’t hurt to sleep together for a night, right?" Riding on the alcohol, she got bolder, "By the way, tonight, let’s not roll in the sheets, just on this sofa here."
The leather sofa in this room looked quite nice?
"Or, why don’t you just lift me up?"
"With your good strength, holding me shouldn’t be a problem, right?!"
At this moment, she was like a little fairy, speaking incoherently and exceptionally bold.
Before drinking, she belonged to the Sovereign Empire, after drinking, the Sovereign Empire belonged to her.
Alexander’s breath skipped inexplicably: "Do you know what you’re doing?"
She was drunk, so drunk her words were incoherent and nonsensical.
When had he given her money, and since when was he supposed to sleep with her?