215 It Isn't My Fault, Right?

She responded to Vince's kisses; no one wanted to separate from each other if it weren't for the need to breathe some air. Hailey traveled her eyes over Vince's body; now, she noticed the bruises on his arms, not to mention on his face. But he still is damn handsome and hot. 

"Aren't they painful?" She asked, concerns showing in her eyes. 

"Not really. Don't worry about this. It will disappear soon," Vince answered, rubbing her cheek to assure her. 

"I think we need to treat it." She insisted as she wasn't convinced. She attempts to persuade Vince to apply some ointment to them, but he refuses. So instead, he's murmuring mischievously in her ear. 

"It's okay. I'm fine. If you really want to treat me. Someone needs your attention." Upon saying it, a smile curled his lips. He grabbed Hailey's bottom and pressed on his groins, which made her eyes widen.