RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 219: Pleasant Outing

Around 6 pm, a shiny black limousine drove up into a lit-up compound, bending around its green lawns before then coming to a stop in front of a building which had several people walking in and out.

A man dressed in a red uniform and helming the door of the building quickly moved forward. He opened the door of the limousine, and from the vehicle, a man dressed in a black tuxedo stepped out.

Two beautiful women of different breeds followed out of the car, and the sight of them drew attention from all around—or maybe it was the handsome man and the limousine they were looking at.

Isabella had on a white long dress, which hugged her figure and made known her bountiful chest. It also wrapped around her rear and showed how round and protruded it was, and at the front of the dress was a slit that went up as high as her thighs.

While Isabella was conservative, Sophie was not. She picked a black dress with no straps and just a single right-arm sleeve.

The back of her dress was cut out in a deep V, and though knee-length, her dress hung above her knees, revealing her smooth fair legs and a bit of her juicy thighs.

CUCINA VENTI

That was the name written above the door of the building in bright blue light, and securing the arms of my babies on my right and left, I walked into it.

"A reservation for Marcus Lawson," I said at the receptionist's desk.

Nodding her head, the receptionist looked down at her computer, tapping her keyboard for some seconds, and then she looked up with a smile.

"Welcome, Mr. Lawson. Please, my colleague will show you to your room."

"Thank you."

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"This way, please."

Smiling at us, a young woman with hair put in a bun and wearing a red skirt and white shirt waved us over, and as we followed her, soon climbing up a set of stairs, my eyes zoomed on her butt.

Of course, it was nowhere as magnificent as that of the women in my arms, but watching butt cheeks rub and grind within the confines of an office skirt never failed to fan the flames in my pants.

Nothing dramatic happened though, and soon we were in our private room, a rooftop space large enough to hold ten people, filled with furniture that screamed of money.

Letting me guide them, my girls eloquently sat on the red plushy cushion at the side of the rooftop and picked up the menus on the table in front of them.

"Thank you, we'll call you when we're ready to order."

"Of course, sir."

Watching the female staff depart, I turned back to my girls and chuckled at their excited eyes.

"I've never been to a place like this," Sophie said, abandoning her elegance and pressing down on the chair.

Looking at Isabella, I shook my head and took a seat beside her, putting an arm around her waist as she keenly studied the menu, her gaze mostly on the price tags.

"What kind of meat is this? It could feed all the homeless on some streets."

"You do give to charity, right?" Isabella suddenly turned to me, and I couldn't help but be taken aback and go into thought.

"I don't know."

"You're a billionaire. It's a chance given to you by the universe to help others," Isabelle said in a soft tone, looking straight at me.

She spoke with emotion that made me feel like she was someone in need of this charity, and then she turned back to the menu.

The moment just came and went. When Isabella faced the thin book in her hand, I had to blink and assure myself that our conversation had not been an imagination.

Watching Isabella call out several dishes to our hearing, I committed her earlier words to mind and then laughed when Sophie interrupted the brunette.

"You're not calling the cheapest meals, right?"

"What if I am?"

Sophie reached to collect the menus, but Isabella moved it away and then pressed herself to me for protection.

"Daddy, Sophie is being a bully."

"Perhaps I should have opted to eat in the general hall or somewhere a bit public."

With the way things were going, it was clear this date wouldn't be anything like that with Sade, and with a sigh, I shrugged off the weird feeling bubbling in me.

What mattered was that my girls were happy.

......…..

At 8:20 am, Sunday, I stood with Isabella and Sophie at the boarding gate, waiting in a long line for our tickets to be inspected.

Getting to taste new dishes and wines, especially foreign ones, the girls had experienced a pleasant evening at the restaurant.

The previous night hadn't involved any intense action, but at the moment, Isabella was leaning on me and had an arm wrapped around mine for support.

Isabella wasn't the only one, as Sophie was also on my other arm, the two girls wasted from once again indulging in alcohol.

Hangover was a bitch.

"We should have kept the jet," Isabella suddenly moaned, Sophie not failing to back her up some seconds later with a groan.

"We'll be taking first class, you won't notice the difference."

"Yes, we will," Sophie weakly fired back.

Ignoring the several stares from around as two young beautiful women pressed their endowed bodies to mine, I put my hand on their backs and gently rubbed, looking to soothe their agony in any way.

"Daddy, I love—" Sophie groaned, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed because the woman ahead of us heard her and turned around.

"I love you too, sweetie."

"Me too, I love you," Isabella said but in a more subdued tone, poking my side. Looking down at her, I chuckled as I noticed her peeking around to make sure no one had heard her.

"I love Bebe too."

The minutes passed and the line slowly moved forward, but then Denise, whom I had already long told goodbye at the lobby, quickly walked up to me.

She paid no attention to the drowsy girls and fixed me with an urgent gaze.

"We need to talk."

"Alright, you two, support each other. I need to go handle some business."

There was a bit of grumble from the girls, but I slipped away and, moving to an empty spot with Denise, heard the news.

"Gigs was attacked. He's okay, but Grace has been kidnapped."

Denise came along with three women to London, and these three women were Isabella, Sophie, and Grace.

Denise had brought along Grace, fearing that my disappearance was linked to either Chase's family or the mess at the company.

Having no interest or desire to meet the woman, especially considering the words I had last spoken to her, I had kept Grace staying in a separate suite with Gigs.

Not trusting the woman, rather than have her fly with us to Silicon Valley, I had Gigs return with her to Michigan and wait for Denise there.

Now she had been kidnapped, and my brain had to strain over someone I would have no problem dropping from a bridge.