You're My Guilty Pleasure

e said her name. He looked down at the glass in his hand, a sneer curling his lips. He kept his attention focused on the glass as he twirled it i

ht you were the type to work in a nightclub. But I mean, just look at you. You're beautiful. The nightclub is probably the best place for you to make money. In my opinion though, you're seriously wastin

. But Colin was right about one thing; the only reason a woman would hang around a nightclub was because of money. Wilson had always had high standards when it came

en if that wo

r. She was close enough to him that he could faintly smell something pleasant on her. It was exactly the same as the fragrance he remembered from the first ti

ce between her and himself. He had to restrain the im

ed to keep herself calm. She glanced at Wilson sitting beside her; he said nothing. But she was able to read the dis

nd nothing more. She knew deep down that they scorned women like her. She had learned not to care

th empty glasses in her club, and she had no doubt that Isabel would have forgotten her etiquette if she didn't urge her. In fac

was not

ilson said. Judith turned her attention to him

duty and honor to do so as the owner of the nightclub. Usually, if she appeared in guests' rooms, she was met

e first, and most importantly, was always right. She didn't want to offend anyone by trying to add in her own opinions, all she could d

m the outside. Shortly after that came the sound of a bottle smashing on the

sly approached the fuming man, holding out a glass of wine to him. Mr. Hong reached out and drunkenly smack

that it's finally my turn, she's gone accompanying other men!" Mr. Hong shoved the bartender