Chapter 2- Uncle, go home with me…

'Sleepless night' was the name of the cocktail.

It's the signature cocktail from Neon Night's Bar. Every day many people come here to chill and get drunk. It was a common sight for the bartender. 

When the bartender heard what Eliza was saying, he made a glass for her in an instant. 

It was transparent and very beautiful. 

Eliza took the glass and tossed off the cocktail. The spiciness of the mint came after cooling and gave a burning sensation all the way down from the throat.

Eliza's cheek blushed, which made her look even sexier. 

The wolf-like look around her could not wait to take off her clothes and lick her. Some people were eager for action, and some came forward to start a conversation.

 "One more glass, please." 

A man in a suit and leather shoes sat next to Eliza and waved to order another glass for her. "I'm going to treat you."

 Eliza just wanted to get drunk and indulge herself. 

She took the glass without looking and tossed it off again. She coughed. 

This time she drank it too fast. She was suffocated and coughed uncomfortably. 

"Be careful." 

The man took advantage of it and stroked Eliza's back. 

The tender skin made him feel restless and happy and his eyes got warmer. 

"Go away!" 

Eliza finally could not resist the disgusting feeling of being touched and got rid of the man's hand.

After paying for the drinks, she stood and walked out staggeringly.

"You're drunk. I'm sending you home."

The man got up quickly and stretched out his hand to hold Eliza's wrist.

She avoided it, then her body staggered and hit another man's arms.

The expression of the man who supported Eliza changed when he saw the person she bumped into. He then immediately fled into the crowd.

Eliza was so drunk she looked so silly.

The smell of perfume made Eliza hug the man's waist without thinking and rubbing it like a cat.

"It smells good."

She muttered to herself, then raised her head and showed a silly smile:

"It smells so good!... It's you!"

Fredrik Young looked at the person who bumped into his arms and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It was her.

Was she drunk?

Her face was blushing red and her eyes were misty. Her soft and full body was like a sweet and juicy peach, which made people want to taste it.

What a scourge.

"Uncle, go home with me tonight. I'll give you a lot of money, as long as you sleep with me. Only once."

Did she think of him as a... gigolo?

But to be called "uncle"...

Fredrik pinched her chin, held her little head and with his sexy thin lips curled:

"Uncle? Am I that old?"

Muacks.

"It's soft, not bad."

Eliza was so drunk, and she just knew she liked the taste of this man.

She saw his mouth approached and kissed him without thinking.

It did not turn out to be bad, at least she did not feel disgusted.

As for Fredrik... He was completely stunned.

The person in his arms was obviously like a little rabbit, but she turned into a little wildcat after getting drunk.

Henry had never seen her in this state before, had he?

"Do you want to come with me or not? I... I have money!"

Without getting an answer for a long time, Eliza became impatient.

Her fingers poked in dissatisfaction in Fredrik's breasts, and her mouth was pressed:

"If you are not willing to come with me, I will find someone else."

Eliza released her hand and turned around to find someone else.

Fredrik stretched his arm to hug her waist and hold her in his arms.

"Who else do you want to find, Huh?"

"Anyway. I won't find you!"

Eliza did not know she was in deep trouble, and she was still struggling reluctantly.

"It was very late now."

Fredrik taunted and pinched her chin. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

"Hmm ..."

Unlike Eliza's childish kiss a moment ago, Fredrik's kiss was hot, arrogant and dominant.