Manson didn't even look at her.
"That sweet wine?" he said flatly. "looks girly."
His gaze remained unreadable.
"I need something stronger."
Luciano immediately stood.
"Oh, sorry, my berry. I'll get your favorite."
He had barely taken two steps—
Smack.
Jamel gave him a playful spank on his a$$ that made Luciano freeze mid-step.
He slowly turned back, glaring.
"Stop being naughty."
Jamel leaned back lazily, rubbing his palms together with a grin.
"Naughty is my specialty."
"Tsk."
Luciano rolled his eyes.
"Hopeless."
And with that, he hurried out of the room.
Jamel lazily licking his lips as if still savoring the kiss.
Beside him, Ryan glanced over with a knowing look.
"You know Luciano's serious about you."
Ryan's voice turned quieter.
"So when are you finally retiring from your player lifestyle?"
Jamel tilted his head, smirking.
"And you, Ryan…"
His grin turned dangerous.
"When are you retiring from yours?"
Ryan's eyes widened instantly.
