Chapter 2: A shameless pervert
"What the hell?" The man echoed, bringing her out of her trance. His mouth reeked of alcohol.
"O.. Oh no I am so sorry si.." She began to apologise but stopped mid-sentence when she looked up at the man's face.
His striking features immediately took her breath away and she forgot to finish her sentence.
Her warm hazel eyes were quick to meet his deep black ones and her lips twitched and drifted apart, expecting words to come out but nothing happened. His figure stood there, tall and confident and Jena immediately felt a sense of awe.
He was definitely handsome but he looked to be in his mid thirties and that was like, too old for her.
'Um, ahem! Get a hold of yourself, Jena!'
"Are you okay?" The man asked again in his deep and arrogant voice and Jena could feel chills run down her spine. The overwhelming smell of alcohol in his breath had a hand in jolting her as she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
"I am sorry sir I didn't mean to spill my wine on your..."
"You didn't mean to what?" He asked, obviously annoyed. He didn't even let her finish. "Did you need someone to remind you that there was an entrance close to you or are you just one of the blind and ignorant youth society has to deal with?"
'Huh?' Jena blinked repeatedly. Why was he being so mean? All she did was spill wine on his shirt not commit a terrible crime...
She thought that saying sorry again would probably intensify his anger so she rather kept quiet.
But she knew she had to say something
The way those pair of black orbs glared at her weren't friendly at all. In fact, she was surprised that she wasn't cowering on the floor by now. The heat from those eyes were just too much!
"I was in a hurry sir. Please forgive me" Jena managed to speak after lowering her gaze to escape his intense glares.
"Seriously? Do you not know the worth of the suit you just ruined?"
Jena was rendered speechless yet again.
'How the hell was I supposed to know? Or did he mistake me for a magician?'
She looked up at him again and caught his eyes dangerously staring at her, like he was making sure she wouldn't move an inch from where she was.
The intense heat from his gaze was nearly consuming her whole, but surprisingly, she didn't feel frightened by it.
It was then she realised he wasn't wearing his mask.
Damn it!
"No sir" she replied plainly and she could hear the man laugh mockingly above her.
'What did he find funny?' She asked inwardly with creased brows.
But Jena felt terrible for spilling her wine on his shirt, although it was half his fault too.
So she looked up at him and said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Your suit looks really expensive and I don't think I have the money to replace it but please, let me do something to make it up to you. Anything. Please"
After hearing her words, the man looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her for a little too long. A shiver of discomfort ran through her body as he licked his lips lustfully and smiled. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling uneasy and wanting to get away from him as soon as possible
But she was also waiting for his response.
Then he said, "Screwing you would be nice"
Her breaths stiffened for a few seconds as she heard his foolish words.
Jena quickly looked at him in disbelief, wondering if she had misheard him or something. Surely he couldn't have said what she thought he did.
Was he insane?
Ah ha! Maybe the music was too loud and she misheard him.
Oh! Well, his breath did smell strongly of alcohol, but he didn't appear to be drunk as his words suggested. Well, he did seem somewhat tipsy but not to the point of incoherence.
"Um sir, I think you're a bit under the influence of alcohol" Jena said, after taking a moment to study the man's weird behaviour.
The man simply smirked at her and shook his head. As he reached out to touch her arm, Jena reflexively pulled away and stepped back.
His smile grew even wider now, as if he found her reaction amusing. It was like he was trying to tell her that he wasn't drunk and he wasn't joking about what he said earlier.
Before she could find the words to respond, the man spoke again, this time more serious than before.
"I could rip your clothes into pieces and bend you over this table and fuck you so damn hard. I can make you scream my name over and over again until your throat runs dry while begging me to stop" he let out a throaty chuckle before continuing. "I want to rock your sexy body and fuck you till you beg me to stop!"
Jena watched him with pure disgust as he shamelessly blurted out his words. Her eyes burned with so much anger and disgust.
He looked like a man with a family! Did he have no respect for his wife? Or even kids?
Ah!
Jena bit her tongue to stop herself from lashing out at him, instead maintaining her composure and choosing not to make a scene. Her eyes flashed with fury as she was extremely disgusted by his behaviour, but she remained silent.
However, all her restraint was forgotten the moment he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his body.
"I'll make sure you never forget my name, sexy" He licked his lips again.
Okay that was it!! He just crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.
So her body acted on its own, lashing out with a blow to his chest to set herself free first, before her lips then yelled.
"I should have know that you were nothing but a shameless pervert looking for who to fool around with since no decent woman would ever agree to even make out with an unhinged psychopath like you! Now here's some piece of advice, curmudgeon! Why don't you go find yourself some cheap slut that would match your cheap standards and just get the hell out of my way!"
She pushed past him forcefully to leave his hellish company only for him to suddenly catch her by the wrist and say,
" I'm very sorry, sexy, but I can't just let you leave after insulting me like that."
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A/N :
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