Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 158

The other men were all over their female companions, but Mr. Ward was by far the worst. Ignoring Marina’s protests, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands sliding under her dress to grope her chest.

Marina’s heavy makeup couldn’t hide the sickened look on her face. She struggled to get away. “Mr. Ward, I’m not feeling well. I need to go to the restroom.”

“Not feeling well yesterday, not feeling well today. Are you just messing with me?” he growled.

Marina had used the same excuse to escape the day before. Even Mr. Ward wasn’t stupid enough to fall for it twice.

Trapped, Marina looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t dare, forcing a strained smile instead.

As a former officer, Yvonne couldn’t just stand by and watch.

She stood up, walked over, and pulled Marina out of Mr. Ward’s lap.

Mr. Ward was about to explode, but then Yvonne sat down next to him, a dazzling smile on her face.

“How about I play a game with you, Mr. Ward?”

He stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Well, well, Mr. Taylor. It seems the lady prefers a mature, stable man like me over your type.”

“Is that so?” Thomas said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Mr. Ward threw an arm around Yvonne’s shoulder. “Alright, beautiful. What game do you want to play?”

Yvonne shot a cold look at the hand on her shoulder, fighting the urge to break it. “Dice. If you lose, you drink. If I lose, I take something off.”

Mr. Ward’s eyes roamed over her body, his interest piqued.

Someone handed them a dice cup, and the other men in the room leaned forward, their eyes gleaming at the prospect of a free strip show.

“Where’s the drink?” Yvonne asked, her slender fingers closing around the cup.

True to her word, she slowly slipped off her light outer jacket. Underneath, she wore a form-fitting top, still completely covered.

Not an inch of skin was revealed, but the slow, deliberate motion was like a scene from a movie, elegant and tantalizing, leaving the men wanting more.

“You win, Mr. Ward,” she purred, her smile seductive. “Let’s keep going.”

For the next several rounds, Mr. Ward continued to lose. Before he knew it, he had finished the entire bottle of XO.

His eyes were bloodshot when Yvonne finally lost again.

“You lose! Take it off, take it off!” he slurred excitedly.

Yvonne smiled and removed her top. Underneath, she was wearing a long slip dress, revealing only her shoulders.