A Contract Marriage After a ONS novel Chapter 1742

She remembered the phone number in the advertisement, and then she dialed the number. She and the advertiser made an appointment to meet at the bar at night.

Recently, Jazz had been clubbing, either for class reunions or socializing. In short, he was very busy these days.

Today he stayed outside the bar to breathe the fresh air for a while. As he walked towards the bar, he saw a very familiar slender figure in front of him. When he looked at it closely, he recognized that it was Essa.

'Why is she here?'

'She seems to be looking for someone, with her phone in her hand.'

Jazz thought that Essa had nothing to do with him. If there was a relationship between them, it must be a terrible relationship.

Jazz intended to ignore Essa, and he walked straight forward.

Just as he was about to step into the private room, Jazz saw a bald man walking out of the private room opposite and smiling at Essa.

The bald man was a little familiar to Jazz. Jazz stared at him for a long time, trying to recognize him.

But Jazz didn’t recall the man until Jazz sat on the chair and he remembered that the man was the most notorious lecherous photographer in Santabaca.

'What will happen between Essa and the man?’

'However, no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with me.'

Essa was a little worried at first, because the advertiser was looking for a model.

How could she compare with a model? She neither had a beautiful appearance, nor did she have a charming figure.

But the photographer was satisfied with Essa after meeting her. Then he made an embarrassing and unexpected request.

He asked Essa to take off her shirt and just reveal her breasts. Only then did Essa realize that he wanted to take pictures of breasts.

Immediately, Essa planned to refuse him. She had never thought that the man would take photos of her breasts.

Noticing her hesitation, the photographer explained.

"Miss Reese, please don't bias art! It's very difficult to find an appropriate person, so I offer such a reward. How about I give you one thousand dollars per hour?"

Essa contemplated it and thought that artists indeed had some crazy ideas sometimes.

Now that the man had given such a high reward, Essa was tempted.

At the photographer's request, she took off her shirt to reveal her perfectly shaped, plump breasts.

The photographer felt very satisfied. He squatted on the ground and snapped a few pictures.

Afterwards, he seemed to think that Essa’s pose was not good, so he walked over and held her breasts with both hands.

Essa had never been touched by a man this way, and she felt offended. But she was suppressing her anger. "You can tell me what pose you want. Please move your hands now."

"Photographing is looking for beauty and feeling. And that kind of beauty and feeling can only be found by me. All you need to do now is cooperate."

The photographer's expression became different. He even deliberately rubbed Essa’s breasts.

'Her breasts are wonderful!'

If Essa did not notice that the man was intentionally molesting her, she would be a real big fool.

Essa couldn't suppress her anger and beat