Bab 213: Wrapping Up Things In London (1)

'Who wants to sleep with a dirty, stinky, crass, and crazy man such as you? Hmph,' puffing out her cheeks in protest at my words, Renni seemed unbothered by my tapping her face, a fact which made me smirk as I spun around to look for a taxi to take us back to the mansion.

'Quite a few women, actually; you'd be surprised by the amount of fanmail that somehow made its way to me over the years. If I wanted to, I could be swimming in pussy, but I never acted on such impulses, not when I had plenty of grade-A women at my beck and call.'

'Wow….I never knew you were so sleazy; what a player you are.' Rolling her eyes, Renni teased, causing me to chuckle aloud.

I still haven't figured out how so many random people got ahold of the channels and means of contacting me, but thinking back to the storage room filled to the ceiling with envelopes and packages, I couldn't help but shake my head and vow to be more careful about who knew how to contact me.