Nash pulled a chair and gently seated you there, he puts his feet on the edge of the chair. His hands held your chin as he licks his lips, he has that wide grin on his face.

"I want you tonight." He ordered looking at you coldly yet seductively. "Believe me, you'll be having so much money." He whispers, he leaned in closer.

"Or would you rather be on a wheelchair, stay with me then I'll spoil you rotten?" His voice makes you blush, he starts to squeeze your thighs. Still smirking.