"Look" he states, pressing me against his rock hard muscles and squeezing my ass possessively. "I'm the reason you're in there, let's go on the cruise and you can fucking dump me or whatever when we land in Europe or whatever" he continues, seemingly trying to barter with the man living behind his ex's eyes.
He looks around nervous for a second, biting his lower lip before continuing his thought.
"She fucking cancelled my ticket, but you can uncancel it and it'll all be good" he explains, the reasoning behind the bargaining slowly coming to light. "Let's just..." he begins, loosing his grip as he reaches for the door and allowing a moment to slip free.
I pause for a moment, thinking about my options after the pure deluge of information, before a smirk slowly creeps across my stolen face.
"Replacement, quanto costa (how much does it cost?)" I ask, looking over to the broker with a grin. The bright young Latina goes wide eyed for a moment before a smirk mirroring my own begins to form. She gives the two large men a look, the muscular gentlemen moving forward as if to approach the door as one pulls a small needle from his pocket.
"Oh sweetie, you've spent more than that on dinner in the past" the broker giggles, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me, I've seen your expenses."
