Honey, I'll Make You a Star (Margaret and Charleston)

Chapter 49 Kink For Costumes



Chapter 49 Kink For Costumes

Chapter 49 Kink For Costumes

"Okay!" Margaret said with a smile. She opened the pouch and revealed her clothes inside.

There was no way for her to escape since Charleston was already here.

She might as well bite back at the ones accusing her for stealing, especially Emilia.

If it were not for her, she would have left the cruise a long time ago.

"This..." Emilia's face turned pale.

It was just an ordinary dress. No matter how one looked at it, it did not fit in with the taste and

preferences of the guests on the cruise ship.

"Oh, I get it now. These are your clothes. If that's the case, that means you're not a waitress on the

cruise. So, why did you sneak in?" Emilia spoke in a stern voice.

She was eager to show herself off as she wanted to leave a good impression on Charleston.

However, out of the corner of Emilia's eyes, she saw Charleston's gaze fixed on Margaret the entire

time. She could not help but feel a little mad and disappointed.

"What would you do if someone snuck onto the cruise?" Margaret turned to ask the manager.

"We would have to chase them out, of course!" He answered immediately.

They would be chased out?

Well, that was perfect!

"Alright, the truth is, I heard that there were going to be a lot of rich people at this party, so I came here

to hook up with one of them. But, I didn't expect to get caught." Margaret said, feigning the reluctance

in her voice.

"Oh, I knew it! You despicable woman!" Emilia threw her a look of disgust.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a sharp, burning gaze staring daggers at her.

"I've learned my mistake. I'll leave now!" Margaret turned around and was ready to walk away.

But Charleston had other plans as he opened his mouth and said indifferently, "Who said you could

go?"

"I pretended to be a staff on the cruise ship and caused a scene. Of course, I must leave now."

Margaret calmly said as she stared into Charleston's lust-filled eyes.

"As a staff working on the third floor, I may do what I want with you since I am a special guest."

Margaret glared at him.

"Mr. Limbaugh is right." The manager said, not letting go of any chance to flatter Charleston.

Emilia also quickly added, "That's right. Mr. Limbaugh, you must punish this woman."

"Okay, I will see that she is properly punished." Charleston said as he curled the corners of his mouth

up. There was a clear emphasis on the word 'punish'.

Emilia was overjoyed when she saw Charleston accepting her own opinion with a smile.

Had Charleston fallen in love with her?

If a great man like him fell in love with her, she could easily become a member of the elite.

As Emilia was already so far in her own thoughts, she did not notice Charleston's suggestive and

passionate gaze that locked onto Margaret like a hungry wolf out on a hunt for its prey.

Margaret was then brought to the third-floor lounge.

Charleston dragged her into the lounge. Larry and others knew what was going on and did not follow

them in.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Margaret shouted while struggling. She stopped pretending as there

were no longer any outsiders around.

"The scene just now changed my opinion on your acting skills again!" Charleston said with a smile.

"Thank you for your compliment. Can you let me go now?"

"Let you go? Didn't you just say that you were looking for a rich man? The richest man in the entire city

is right in front of you. Are you sure you want me to let you go?" Charleston took Margaret's soft, small Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

hand and put it onto the base of his thigh.

His thigh felt hot and hard. "You d*mn gangster!" Margaret cursed coldly as she tried to pull her hand

away.

"Previously, you wore a kitten costume. Now, a bunny costume. I didn't expect you to be into costumes

so much..." Charleston lightly bit into her earlobe. "Next time, wear a hot panther costume for me..."


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