10. The Gentle Face I can't forget.

MATTHEW

“What th—” someone suddenly kissed me, pinning me against the wall. I tried to push her away, but she refused to let go and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I grabbed both her shoulders and forced her body away from mine, and only then did I realize who the woman clinging to me was when I saw himer face. She's the one who I almost fuck in VIP room.

“Young master~” she said lustfully as she tried to wrap her arms around my neck again. “You can’t just abandon me like that.” She tried to kiss my neck again.

Fuck, this girl really wants to be fucked so badly. Well, if you want it, I’ll give it to you.

“Then don’t regret it,” I smirked before kissing her hard. I switched our positions and pinned her against the wall while kissing her. Her hand crawled over my chest and slipped inside my shirt.

I ran my lips from her chin until I reached her neck. “Ughh… mhhh,” her moans grew louder every time I bit and sucked on her neck and collarbone. Slowly, I slipped my hand inside her dress and touched and pressed her while still sucking on her neck.

“Ughh… mmmhh,” I played with her nipples, and the way she moaned made my cock come alive. I could feel it rising in my pants.

This fucking bitch is so hot.

I felt her hand slowly going down, from my chest to my abdomen until she finally grabbed my private part.

“Mhhh… ughhh… ahhh,” as she started rubbing it, I felt pleasure rush through my body. She started running her lips along my neck, making the sensation even more intense. The way her lips moved while she rubbed my cock felt like I was ascending to heaven.

Ahh, I can’t take it anymore.

I pulled her by the waist and lifted her, her legs wrapping around me. I sat her down on the table and my hand swiftly moved to remove her skirt.

Ahh, this fucking body is driving me crazy. I want to fuck her right now!

Just as I was about to remove her skirt, someone suddenly spoke behind us.

“Seriously? Of all the places here, this is where you chose to do that?”

My mood instantly vanished as I glared at the asshole who spoke.

What I hate the most is being disturbed and interrupted when I’m doing something important. Especially now—when I heard that fucker’s voice, my excitement completely disappeared. I don’t want to do this anymore.

I pushed the girl away from me as she tried to open my zipper. “Why?” she looked at me in disbelief.

“Just do it with someone else. I’m not in the mood anymore,” I said while fixing my shirt, which had ridden up and was exposing my abdomen.

She jumped off the table and glared at me, angrily fixing her clothes. “Fuck you, jerk.” She flipped me off, stormed away, and even bumped my shoulder out of spite.

Well, it’s normal for her to be mad. I left her hanging twice. But it’s her fault for being so pushy—I didn’t even ask for it, she ambushed me here.

And by the way, who’s that motherfucker who ruined the mood? I want to see his face. I’ve been looking forward to having sex and someone just ruined it because of their stupidity. As I looked around, I found him at the sink. He was washing something—I could hear the water from the faucet and the faint clinking of a glass.

“Hey!” I called him, but he didn’t even bother to look back. “Do you even know what privacy means? You just fucking show up and ruin everything, don’t you know?” I stomped toward him, but he still didn’t turn around.

What the fuck? Is he deaf, or just pretending not to hear me?

“Fucker, can’t you hear me? I’m talking to you.” Annoyed, I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him so he’d face me.

But when I did, one of the wine glasses he was washing slipped from his hand and fell.

Uh-oh, looks like someone’s in trouble. He looked like one of the waiters here, but I didn’t feel guilty—it was his fault anyway.

“Are you an idiot?” he shouted angrily while staring at the floor. I could see the panic in his movements, like he didn’t know what to do next.

I didn’t care. It was your fault in the first place. I was talking to you and you ignored me. Who the fuck do you think you are?

I just smirked at him. “Keep ignoring me and this whole thing will be smashed to pieces,” I threatened. I waited for him to speak, but he just stayed bent over, eyes fixed on the broken wineglass.

He must be scared now, unable to speak.

“What? Are you scared now?” I asked with a grin. He slowly lifted his head, but I still couldn’t see his face because his cap was pulled too low.

“Idiot, do you want me to help you smash these one by one on your head?” he said, and suddenly a fist flew into my face. I didn’t expect the punch, so I was sent tumbling sideways onto the floor.

Fuck!

“Are you stupid or something? You see me washing here and then you just pull me? Are you brain-dead?” he lashed out at me. I couldn’t even answer from shock.

I couldn’t feel my cheek from the pain and could only blink repeatedly. It was so fast—I didn’t even notice his hand rising.

I tried to gather my senses and was about to curse him out, but when I looked at him—

A familiar face greeted me. I could clearly see it from where I lay on the floor. Those… those gentle features. I would never forget that face. But instead of a smile, what met my eyes were furrowed brows.

I know those eyes. Those eyes looking at me.

“Y-You…?”