Chapter #3

((Zara Lang))

I almost praised Eiser, thinking that perhaps this man had a good side after all. But no.

Eiser rejected me, and this time, he did it in the most insulting way possible.

After pulling me away from Edward Stood, he returned to his seat on the sofa. He did not even spare me a single glance.

I cursed silently in my mind. This man was clearly rejecting me, but then why did he help me escape from that bastard Stood’s grip?

My face felt hot and tense. I wanted nothing more than to punch Eiser’s handsome face right now. Was it true that he wasn’t interested in women at all? If that was the case, then all my efforts to disguise myself would be completely useless.

No, I couldn’t give up that easily. Don’t call me Zara if I quit now without getting any results.

If Eiser didn’t like women, then I would make him like them from now on. He had to become interested in me!

I needed plenty of evidence to arrest this handsome mafia.

Damn, I was starting to agree that he really was handsome. Then why did he have to have the face of someone who preferred men? Didn’t he know that the population ratio between women and men was around 4:1, with women being more numerous? If men liked men, then what would happen to the women on this earth who outnumbered them four times over?

Forget it. I was probably just stressed because I was still single at twenty-eight.

I slowly exhaled, calming my expression. I smiled and turned back toward Reins Eiser.

My eyes immediately met Eiser’s dark ones. He stared at me with a blank expression, while I responded with a wide smile.

To hell with looking cheap.

“So, is it true that you don’t like women?” I said softly, deliberately provoking Eiser.

I had to cross the line. Forget the rules. This man had to become obsessed with me.

So, gathering all my courage, I deliberately sat on his lap. My hand moved freely, touching his handsome face.

“Such a waste of this handsome face,” I whispered in a sweet voice.

I didn’t know if it was only my imagination, but Eiser’s thigh beneath me seemed to tense.

Was he aroused? I blinked twice. His breathing changed. It became faster, rougher, and the warmth of his breath brushed against my bare neck.

Oh God, I could feel my heartbeat speeding up. This man breathed in such a dangerously attractive way.

Calm down!

I cursed myself silently. I was almost tempted.

Yes, he could be affected by me, but I couldn’t let myself be. One more step, Zara. Make him give in.

However, the sound of laughter from inside the VIP room made Eiser snap back to reality. He immediately pushed me away roughly.

I saw the vein on his neck move as he turned his face away from me.

Then, like lightning, he looked back at me with a sharp glare.

“Get out. Now,” Eiser ordered.

Shit! He kicked me out.

***

((Reins Eiser))

Damn it!

I almost lost control of myself.

This had to be the alcohol’s effect. That woman had poured far too much into my glass. She was a new hostess who was bold enough to provoke me.

Luckily, I immediately forced her out of the room. The guards at the door dragged her away after I shouted and pushed her.

Shit!

I had pushed her too hard, causing her to fall onto the floor. I started worrying that she might have gotten hurt or hit the door.

Wait.

What was I doing?

Was I actually worrying about that new hostess? I had drunk too much. It was time for me to go home.

I stood up with the last bit of awareness I had left. Shit! How many bottles had I already finished?

Every step I took felt like the ground was swaying beneath my feet.

“Sir, where are you going?”

A hostess clung to my arm. With a seductive tone, she spoke to me. She was no different from the new hostess earlier.

“Don’t touch me! You whore!” I cursed harshly.

I pushed her away roughly.

“Eiser, where are you going? The party isn’t over yet, my friend.”

Edward Stood stopped me with a shameless appearance. His clothes were already completely disheveled. It seemed like he was planning to sleep with all slut in this room.

Disgusting.

“I’m done with this party,” I said while telling him to move away.

Edward Stood mumbled something unclear.

I didn’t care. I continued walking out of the VIP room. The only thing on my mind now was going home.

But then I saw her again. That shameless woman. The one who dared to sit on my lap.

She stood in the dark hallway of the bar, as if she had been waiting for me to come out. I tried to straighten my body. Because of this woman, I had drunk far too much.

“Sir, do you need help getting to your car?” she asked softly.

She touched my arm without permission again.

I turned to look at her.

“Don’t touch me! Bitch!” I cursed harshly.

She seemed stubborn, or perhaps she simply wasn’t afraid.

The only other possibility was that she didn’t know who I was. I scoffed. Seriously? She didn’t know me? Instead of leaving, the woman reached for my hand and held it tightly.

“I’ll escort you,” she insisted.

Damn.

I couldn’t refuse.

She led me toward the parking area, and several of my guards immediately approached us.

“I’ll go with him.”

The woman’s voice sounded faint in my ears. She wanted to come with me?

No.

No.

No.

She couldn’t.