Joel Russo leaned back on the sofa, his casual posture exuding an air of noble dominance.
"What's up?"
His deep, slightly hoarse voice rang out as Joel Russo spoke, while pouring himself a glass of water from the coffee table that was already cooling down, and took two sips.
Vincent clearly noticed that his master's expression was gradually regaining clarity.
It was obvious that he had just climbed out of a beauty's embrace, still clearly wanting more!
This cold water was almost like their so-called "cold shower".
Damn!
Vincent couldn't help but think this!
Why was he thinking so much?!
But his own BOSS was too enticing…
The question had been asked, but without a response for some time, Joel Russo's brows furrowed a bit, as he leaned back on the sofa and looked at Vincent.
Just one casual glance made Vincent break out in a cold sweat.
