Chapter 15: Chapter 15

"Miss, I am sorry to bother you but someone wants to give this to you," he shyly approaches my seat and says with his local thick accent tone. When I asked who, he points out to that arrogant guy. He waves at me. I scoff, "Does he think he looks cool?"

I ask the waiter to return it because I won't drink it anyway, especially with the MOs spreading around on how they abduct or rape women at the bar by drugging their drinks. Hell, no!

The waiter hesitantly leaves. I look directly at that arrogant guy and intensely shake my head wearing my resting-bitch face. He smirks.

Unfortunately, he calls the waiter again, as if blaming him for what happened. What a dick! I click my tongue in disdain.

I watched closely what would be his next step. Impatient that I didn't give in to his charm, he boastfully took it away from the waiter's tray, walked towards me, and delivered it himself.

He just doesn't get the gist that I am not even one percent interested in him. I rest my back on the chair, cross my arms and legs as he put down the cocktail. I look up and raise one of my eyebrows.

He scoffs, "You win, beautiful! You want me to deliver this to you myself, don't you?", he proudly says with a loud voice, trying to put me in a hot spot. I was right. He is definitely oozing with arrogance. He brushes his blonde hair and keeps touching his abs and biceps. Duh, as if I care!

"As if," I grimace.

People start murmuring around, but my eyes are only fixated on this big pain in the ass who is ruining my peaceful night. He is still not convinced with my reaction so he even sits at the empty couch across me. Full of himself, he even starts a conversation, "So, your place or mine?"

The buzzing of people's sound resounds to my ear. Even they can't believe this guy's self-esteem.

I laugh so hard which I thought my stomach is about to burst. But before even I could speak up for myself, a big hand crushes this man's shoulder with a strong grip. The guy groans in pain, "What the fu-", but he stops in the middle of his sentence and looks perplexed. He even stutters, "D-D," his voice quivers.

I even look more perplexed than him when I saw who is standing beside him, "You," is the only word I utter before letting out a sigh of relief and a smile afterward.

With his alluring voice, he finally looks at me and says, "Sorry my business meeting took a long time, has this guy been bothering you for a long time?"

"Err," not even sure of what to say, I simply say, "Not that he could," then I gulf the last drop of my drink.

Then the guy, sweating all over his body finally speaks, "Sorry D, I didn't know she was with you."

The gorgeous guy I've been fantasizing about taps his back and leans his body towards him and whispers something that made this guy's face turn blue. Now I am curious.

The guy abruptly apologizes and walks out of the bar.

I clap my hands in amazement and he accepts my admiration. Out of the blue, his two muscular arms cage me on this couch. His body is now leaning forward to me causing my back to touch the backrest of this couch. His scent. I know this manly handsome scent. He fiery looks at me in the eye. Oh, his sexy green eyes! He starts the conversation in this position, "So, your place or mine?", he mocks the guy who ran away out of fear. Both of us burst into laughter like crazy, so he has been listening and watching over me after all. I feel flattered for no reason. And I have to admit that my heart flutters because of him.

Considering the eyes who are currently watching us, especially that red woman who was glaring at us, I recommend, "Yours, or mine, anywhere but here, anywhere with you."

My eyes unconsciously go down to his lips, I feel as if I was enchanted by this man, his distinct scent, his breath that smells like mint. I feel my lower muscle tightens.

"Oh, god! Is it the aftermath of having sex once? I want him now," I thought.

So I gently peck his lips.

I, Avery Anderson, just kissed a guy in public.

My dopamine skyrocketed.

My excitement soared.

Without the intention of leaving me hanging, this guy, then, claims my lips, passionately and hungrily, a familiar feeling, a familiar taste of a citrus-like kiss.

"Is he the one?", a ridiculous thought cross my mind.

'"No, that's not possible.", my mind jumps while he continuously kisses me.

"But if he was, then I am a damn lucky girl," my brain is finally at peace.

I push him gently so we won't be the center of attraction much more.

He calls someone on the phone then the red girl suddenly ran towards us holding his jacket suit. I frown at the sight of her. But everything changes when she calls him by this,

"Sir D, here's your coat. What should I tell Mr. Gere?"

Uh, so she's the secretary. I chuckle a little.

While reaching for his jacket he instructs her, "Tell him I'm with a VIP."

Feeling proud, I fix my composure and stand tall in front of her, "Who's VIP now, bitch?" My mind feels as if there's a parade.

Being a gentleman, he covers me with his coat saying, "I prefer if I look at those alone, or I might lose control." he chuckles and brushes my nose with his finger while obviously looking at my breasts.

My heart flutters again, this is something Seid has never done for me. Who is this man?

"Shall we?", then his hand is wrapped around my waist while we graciously exit the bar with synchronized steps.