Chương 8: So... Hot

Alicia smirked and waved her hand, beckoning on him to come closer. Roland looked around first to see if anyone was paying attention to them, when he saw no one he leaned closer and let Alicia whisper her 'favor' in his ear.

"I can't do that." He yelled, glaring at the little devil before him.

Alicia's eyes widened, "You can't, or you won't?" She asked with a bored look. She picked up her drink and took another sip, her taunting eyes still looking at him.

Roland fumed and replied, "I won't do that, Alicia. That could cost me my job, and I don't have anything else left apart from this."

He wondered why this little miss was so devilish, all she does was bring someone who was lower than her down. All he wanted was a nice and quiet life, away from his past and from everything else. But that wouldn't be possible with this demon tormenting his life.

"You will do this, and you won't get caught. Don't you trust me, Roland?" She asked, her snake-like gray eyes peering at him.

He knew the answer…. They both knew the answer. He trusted her with his life, and he was ready to do anything for her….anything but this. Doing this meant he was going against someone who helped him during his darkest moment.

"See, this wouldn't be too hard. Just do this, and I promise this will be the last time I will ask anything from you." She said with a smile.

Roland scoffed, he knew she was lying. Those were the same words she said to him last time, and the previous times.

He mulled on it, he had two options; if he do this he'll be free from Alicia and her shenanigans temporarily and two if he doesn't do this, his past will come out in light, and then he will lose his job and everything concerning him and land his ass in jail.

Roland gulped and then let out a loud breath,

"Fine, but what happens after?" He asked, not looking at her. There was no reason to stare at the devil before him.

"You don't have to bother yourself with that, Roland, get this one done, and your job is done." She affirmed.

Roland nodded his head and stretched his hand out, smiling sweetly, Alicia passed a white substance to him.

"Make sure you don't mess this up, Roland." She warned as he made to leave.

"I won't." He left.

Alicia looked at Roland as he left, then took her eyes to the two people who were still discussing.

'Just a little more time and I will get you, my sweetheart.' She smirked hen gulped her drink down.

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Genevieve cursed for the umpteenth time that night, the man beside her was a chatterbox and someone who wasn't ready to leave her be. She cursed that taxi driver over again, this was his fault. If he had dropped her in another hotel, she wouldn't have been here dealing with this man.

"What do you want, Mr.?" She asked, as she couldn't take his whining any longer. She came here for some quiet time for herself, to reflect on where she had gone wrong on her relationship with Ben, not this. She came here to think of a better way to punish his ass and that bitch he was cheating on her with, and not to deal with this green-eyed man.

"You." The words came out from his mouth before he could stop them.

The hand holding her glass paused when she heard that, slowly she turned to the man beside her with raised brows.

"Come again." She asked, like she didn't believe what she just heard.

"I said I want you, I want to know you." He quickly changed his words after seeing the dangerous look in her eyes.

Genevieve scoffed then faced the bar attender, she ordered for another drink but the bar attender hesitated. It was against the place policy to give their customers more drink when hey were already drunk, and he would rather not get fired, he looked at the man beside her for help and all the man could do was nod his head.

He sighed and went on to bring the drink.

Genevieve thought of stripping Ben of all his money, after all what will he do with no money and whose girl would follow him if he had nothing? A light chuckle came out from her mouth, alerting the man beside her.

His green eyes stare at her face from his side view, since she walked into the bar looking so wretched and bittered, this was the first time he was hearing her last. Even when she speaks, he could hear her broken voice, his hands clenched by his side. He really wanted to know who that bastard was, that broke her heart.

"Here miss." Eve brought her head up and smiled appreciatively at the bar attender.

"Thank you, my good sir." She giggled after saying that and then down the drink. She kept on ordering for more, while the man beside her nods at her every request. He was there to protect her from any prey.

Genevieve took the last drink, and she felt like her head was about to pull off, her body was starting to get hot inside, and she wondered why. She moaned softly, ruffled her hair, then turned to the green-eyed man.

"You look so cute, Mr." She said after staring at him for long. She laughed after that, clapping her hand and moaning at the same time.

The green-eyed man stared at her in amusement, certainly a drunk Eve was a sight to see.

Genevieve felt more uncomfortable anything she moved, her body was getting hotter by the passing minute, and it was getting unbearable for her to seat in only place.

She leaned towards the man and moaned softly as her hot body touched his cold ones, seeing that it helped her hot body, she leaned more into the man's body.

The green-eyed man looked at the lady in his arms and frowned. What was suddenly wrong with her? He wondered.

"It…it's hot." She whispered, but her words are slurred.

The man had to move closer so he could hear what she was saying, for that, he held her head from moving about. He almost pulled his hand off when he felt how hot her body was.

What the hell!

"It's hot… so hot…" she muttered pulling her body from her seat she sat on the man's lap and sighed in relief, but that didn't end there, she started rubbing her body against his intimately.

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Chương 9: Spoiled Plans

"It's hot… so hot…" she muttered pulling her body from her seat she sat on the man's lap and sighed in relief, but that didn't end there, she started rubbing her body against his intimately.

The green-eyed man's eyes widened as she did that, he looked at the delicate looking girl in his arms and wondered what was wrong with her. Her body was hot out of a sudden, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. His eyes looked at the bar attender who'd been observing them for quite some time now, and he narrowed them when the bar attender turned to the other side.

He looked at the lady on his laps who was continuously rubbing her body on his, and he frowned.

"Miss," he called, but all he got was a soft moan as her reply.

He groaned and cursed, he could feel his little buddy down there coming to life, and he didn't want that. He has to stop her.

"You should know what you're doing has repercussions, right?" He bent and whispered in her ear.

Genevieve minds was now flooded with just one thing, and that was to relive herself of the burning heat within her. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the little relief their connected bodies gave to her.

She could barely hear a thing the man was saying, all she wanted was to stop the heat that was now causing her some pains.

"Miss." The man shook her again.

But her eyes were still closed, her body has begun to move faster as she rubbed against his body.

The man groaned and held her hips from moving, she let out incoherent words and held the man's shoulder.

"Please…. Help me." She pleaded. She placed her head on his chest and the next thing the man heard was light sniffing, then a little crying and finally, she cried out.

The green-eyed man was perplexed about what to do with the lady.

"Miss, why are you crying?" He knew why. Someone broke her heart, someone made his plaything cry, and he was so going to make that bastard pay.

"He's a bastard, an asshole." She muttered, hiring the man's chest as more tears sprouted from her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." The man sighed when she shook her head, he took hold of her chin and brought her head up slowly.

He made her open her eyes and said, "You have to stop crying over some bastard who isn't worth crying for." He began, but that didn't stop her tears from coming out.

He sighed then use his thumbs to wipe off her tears, "You don't want to give him the satisfaction that he's broke you, right?" He asked, hoping for that to work.

And of course, it did, Genevieve was someone who didn't admit defeat easily. She was ready to battle with anyone even if she has one of her limbs cut off, she was a fighter and will continue being a fighter.

She shook her head and the man smiled, "then stop crying over him. Have a great night and be merry that you're no longer dating a bastard." He encouraged.

Genevieve smiled, she felt grateful for having this man beside her and even though she hated his company and presence, he wasn't that bad of it.

She looked at him with her teary eyes and held his chin, she groaned again when that familiar hotness started. 'What is wrong with me?' She thought.

"You look cute Sir, how about…." She blinked and thought of something. Her eyes stared at the man before her and let her eyes trail on his face. He was handsome, cute and also her type. Why doesn't she use this medium to go with her earlier plans? It wouldn't be that bad to sleep with Mr. handsome here and get pregnant for him. Thinking about it, Genevieve imagined a miniature version of herself and this cute Mr., she smiled. Their baby would be so cute with how strong their genes were.

"I think it's time for you to go home, miss, you're drunk and need some sleep." The green-eyed man advice and made to stand up, but Genevieve quickly held him down by pressing on his shoulders.

She shook her head, causing her hair to fall over her face, with a giggle she pulled it back.

"I… I don't want to go home, mister." She said.

The man looked at her and sighed, he knew watching a drunk Eve was fun but taking a drunk Eve was tedious.

"I have to take you home…. Okay, how about you tell me your home address, and then we will leave?" He requested, but all he got instead was a loud smack on his chest.

He gasped and stared at the lady on his laps that was glaring at him.

"I…said I don't want to leave." She let out an unladylike burp and giggled again after that.

"I want you to help me, mister." She stammered, but he was still able to get her words.

"With what? Taking you home?" He ruffled his hair. This wasn't the plan, he didn't come here to take care of a drunk Eve. He was losing his wit and any more from her, he was going to leave her here in this lion den.

"No….I want you to help me relieve this pain." She licked her dried lips. She looked at the table behind her, then smiled when she saw the glass, but her smile fell when she found it empty.

"I want more." She whined.

"That's it Eve, we need to leave." The man got up with her in his laps. He has had enough of her tantrums, and he needed to leave before he will blow up. He sighed and mumbled something under his breath when she wasn't cooperating, he looked at the bar man who had been staring at them and beckoned on him to come over.

Roland gulped and walked over with shaky hands, he knew he had messed up and was going to face that devil later, but now he had to attend to him.

"Yes bo…. Sir." He changed his words quickly when he saw the look on the man's face.

"Take care of her things and get me a key to one of the rooms upstairs." He ordered, still trying to get Genevieve to stand properly.

"Yes boss." He nodded and rushed out of his presence. When he was out of the room, he let out a sigh of relief, he was grateful that the man didn't suspect a thing. As he walked towards the receptionist, he couldn't help but smile, at least he was grateful he spoiled that devil's plan.

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