"Oh really?" Annoyance was clearly written all over his face. She humiliated him and even dared to compare his looks to others. Ethan was always used to having girls chase after him but this barmaid didn't even want to look at his face. The girl in front of him was looking so seductively hot, that he couldn't stop himself.
"I will have to make you care then," he lustfully placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to himself.
"What are you doing? Do you have any idea that I could put you behind bars for molestation?" She warned.
"Go on, call the police. No one would ever believe you, even if they did, there's nothing they would do to me. Go on shout for help," he threatened her shamelessly. The look in his eyes was couldn't be described. Agnes realized from his tone that he was no ordinary man, he wouldn't sound so confident if he didn't have many influence. "What is wrong? Why are you suddenly so quiet? Weren't you acting so fierce seconds ago?" Ethan asked, slowly moving his lips close to her ear.
"You are such a perve..."
Ethan couldn't wait for her to complete whatever statement she wanted to make, he hurriedly silenced her lips with a kiss, sorry a fierce kiss. He wanted to kiss her out of pure lust but his anger and arrogance didn't let him. He kissed her fiercely, he kissed her violently and mercilessly. There was no hint of passion. Agnes riggled her body in order to break herself lose from his grip and from his kiss but her struggle was all for nothing because her strength could never match his. Ethan probed his tongue deeper and deeper into her lips, his hands trailing the tip of her polo.
"Ethan where are you?" Clinton said, staggering towards the part where Ethan and Agnes were, disrupting whatever the two figures were doing.
"Stop there Clint, I'm coming," he didn't want Clinton to see him with her. He reached to Clint and took him out of the corridor to their seat.
They both walked out of the bar, after making payments for the drinks they drank..
Agnes's POV
"How could he kiss me in such a manner?"
"Who does he think he is?"
"I really need answers from him."
"Ethan Moore," I immediately recalled he mentioned his name to me. I rushed to my room, pulled out my drawer and brought out my laptop.
"Ethan Moore," I typed in his name.
"Rich and Handsome. One of the most eligible bachelors and the only heir to the Moore world empire." I read out in shock. The Moore World Empire was very popular, I had also heard about the handsome heir to the business but because of my lack of interest in social medias and print medias, I wasn't able to identify his face.
"Thank goodness I controlled myself last night, else he would have let me off the hook easily."
"I hope I never get to set my eyes on him and even if I did, I would make sure to avoid him at all costs," I muttered to myself.
Earlier on, the thoughts of him got me pissed but now thoughts of him got him worried.
Ethan's POV
I never planned on kissing her but those lips of her attracted me, I just couldn't help it. She had full, red lips and the way she pouted those lips last night, made it look more inviting.
I remembered Clinton's words concerning her body, "I wonder how she would look in one of those skimpy tight dresses."
I too really needed an answer to that question?
How full breast had pressed into my chest, when I pulled her in for a kiss. The jeans she wore did enough Justice to her backside, all I could imagine was her big bum under a skirt. I was stripping her naked in my head, what a pervert I was turning into. I stilled hated her for her rude behavior to me last night. An idea suddenly popped into my head, "now I know the best way to shatter her completely." I smiled to myself.
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"I have the woman that I would get married to, as per our plan," Ethan told Clinton over the phone in excitement. Mischief detectable in his voice.
"Where and when did you find this girl? Do I know her?"
"Yes you do know her."
"Are you being serious here? Your are using one of your ex girlfriends, right?" A hint of disbelief in his voice.
"Is there a problem with that?" Ethan asked, clearly planning on f*cking with his friend's head before spilling the bean to him.
"You fool, you were merciless to all your ex girlfriends, what if they use this opportunity to ruin your life?"
"Do I look like a care? Even if they wanted to ruin, they wouldn't dare."
"Ok. Suit yourself, I am hanging up," he wasn't ready to start a baseless argument with his best friend.
"Don't hang up yet, it's non of my ex girlfriends but the barmaid from last night," Ethan replied quickly, giving Clinton a reason not to hang up.
"Wow Ethan, you already bargained with her," Clinton jumped into conclusion.
"How and when did it happen?" Clinton was so impatient, he wanted to know how everything happened.
"It hasn't happened yet Clinton but it will happen very soon."
"What do you mean?" He was definitely confusing his best friend.
Ethan narratively told him all of his plan and how he intended on going about it.
"What is wrong with you? What has that poor thing done to you?" Clinton was feeling disgusted at his friend's behavior.
"You are asking me what she did. Stop with your preaching, you were with us yesterday, you saw how she directly insulted me."
"Can you hear yourself? You were the person that insulted her first. You do not expect everyone to fall at your feet." Clinton was trying his very best to make Ethan let that girl off his dirty plans.
"I do not care about your opinion. I will make her fall in love with me within six months time and once I have succeeded in doing that, I will propose marriage to her..." The evil smirk on his face showed how deep his revenge would go.
"After the marriage, you will love her too and then the both of you will love happily ever after," Clinton completed, not minding what his friend said.
"No, you are wrong my friend. After I have gotten the properties, I will break her heart by divorcing her," his plan was so ruthless.
"Ethan forget about that girl, she is just an ordinary barmaid," he pleaded.
"Why are you feeling so pitiful for that proud peacock? Or have you fallen in love with her already?" Ethan's looks and voice showed signs of mockery.
"Stop your rubbish talks, I have not fallen for anybody, that girl is just too innocent to be used."
"Innocent, you say? What makes you think she is innocent."
"You know I am saying the truth Ethan, the fact that she wasn't moved by your handsome looks proves it all. Any other girl would have swallowed your insults, just to get on your good side but that girl didn't. She's different from the rest and you know that."
"And this truth of yours is what really makes me angry. She didn't go after me like other girls," his voice was unsure.
"You are the same person that despised it when girls threw themselves at you, so why are you angry at her?" There was a mixture of confusion and surprise on Clinton's face.
"I Don't know why and I can't explain why I feel this way," his voice almost like a whisper.
"Do whatever you want to do but bear it in mind, your charms won't work on her. In the process your own heart may be broken and not hers," Clinton warned him. He wasn't aware that his words infuriated him the more.
"In the next six months she will be mine, wait and see for yourself," he wasn't going to back down.
"Then get ready to have a hard time," Clinton mocked him.
"It's useless talking with you now, I'll prove you wrong in six months, bye," Ethan angrily hung up.
"Beep, beep," a notification popped on his phone screen.
"We will see about that," he read out the message in confusion. He quickly checked for the sender. On seeing who it was he frowned his face.
It was only an idea moment ago but now it had turned to a challenge for him and Ethan was never the type to lose a challenge.
Ethan rushed into the bathroom, took his bath and freshened up. He dashed out immediately, hopped into his car and drove away. Minutes later, he appeared in front of the bar where his prey was. He boldly walked into the bar and was looking around, when his eyes locked with hers. Now the game has begun and there will be no going back.
Ethan walked towards the barmaid."Hi," he greeted."What can I get you sir?" She acted like nothing ever transpired between them."Do you need anything sir?" She asked again when she saw how strangely he stared at her."What is your name?" She heard him ask."Agnes, my name is Agnes," she quickly told him. She felt that there was no particular reason he asked for her name."Well Agnes, you must have this impression that I have forgotten all that happened last night, but I am sorry to say this, you are wrong," he paused, then continued, "I came to apologise to you for my disrespectful behavior last night. I realized I was the one at fault, so could you please forgive me?"Agnes's face was a smug. "It's not your fault. You are rich brat, it's in your nature to behave despicably towards people you are better than."She walked back to her post. "Do you want anything?" She asked."A word with you," he replied."You ar
Three months had passed.Agnes and Ethan seemed to be getting along quite well but it was nothing more than just friendship. Ethan had successfully gained Whitney's trust. He had not forgotten his friend's challenge to him. He had even started making his moved on Agnes, the only problem was that whenever he tried to make his move on her, she would always had a way to turn him down.Ethan did not need to rush things, besides he still had more three whole months remaining. In order to make Agnes feel special and make her trust him the more, he would carry her along to his business dinner dates. Their relationship looked so real to outsiders, that even the press and columnists had started spreading false information about them being a couple.One beautiful day, while she was preparing dinner for herself, Ethan called her telephone line. She rushed out of the kitchen, to pick the phone call..."Hello," she greeted."My senior colleagu
Agnes brought out a bottle of whiskey and two glass cups. She had already changed into a much more simple dress.A plain grey silky dress, which made her look trim and neat.Ethan consciously became aware of her long beautiful legs, as she stepped towards him.She placed the cups on a round table, then she poured out the whiskey into the two glass cups and handed one to him."So tell me about your family, you have never mentioned anything about them to me before," Ethan said, trying to start up a conversation, to ease the thoughts he was thinking in his head.He needed something that could divert his attention from her almost exposed skin and slender beautiful legs.On the other side, Agnes's face turned sad after hearing his question. Ethan looked at her face and noticed the sudden change."You do not have to tell me, if it brings back bad memories to you," he said to her in a soft tone, after he had n
"Are you sure you want me to go?" He asked her, making it sound more like a joke even though his words were serious. Agnes's face was as expressionless as ever. Inwardly she was battling the voice in her head that was telling her to stop him from going.Ethan noticed the blank look on her face."Hey, I was just joking," he spoke to her in a flat tone. He held her close to him and whispered, "I value you so much and I would never take advantage of you, always remember this."She looked up to his face and smiled, "I know. It is already late, you have to get going now." She told him, wanting to be released from his touch, which was setting her on fire."Alright I will leave but on one condition." He playfully said to her."What condition?" She asked him, attentively giving him all of her attention."The condition is that tomorrow you will have to come along with me for a very long drive, after which we will have a picnic," Ethan said to her in a heartene
"If this relationship is formed, I will be sure that I won't lose and you won't either," he said to her, with his knees still on the floor. Agnes looked at him and a tear rolled down her eyes. She quickly ran out from there. Ethan watched her flee from him and it made him very angry. He quickly stood up and hit the wall with his fist in frustration."Why did she always love to display dramatic scenes?" He asked himself in anger, his teeth clenching hard against each other.He stormed to the direction Agnes took in anger, when he took some steps he found her sitting on a block, with her head bent and he heard her crying too.Ethan could not understand why he felt his heart ache on seeing her crying but he shoved the thought aside. He slowly walked up to her and knelt down by her side."I am very sorry Whitney, I did not mean to make you cry. You also don't need to worry about giving me a reply, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, do n
"Hey man how far?" Ethan said and sat down."Not good, I have been waiting here for you for almost an hour. You said you were going to be here by five," Clinton complained, looking at his watch."The time now is thirty minutes passed six Ethan, I do not like this at all." He said, twitching his forehead.Ethan stared at him like he was a nothing, "Why are you making a fuse out of nothing? I do not see any reason why you should be complaining, you do not even have a date.""So you mean I must be on a date before I can complain about sitting down alone and looking around for an hour like a loner, with no one to keep me company?" Clinton inquired, his face looking like the back of a trolley."No, that is not what I meant though," Ethan said to him, holding back his laughter. "I am sorry for wasting your time," he added, even though his apology didn't sound like one. It sounded more like a sarcasm."That is what I wanted to hear from you, even t
Days turned to weeks and weeks to months.x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x xEthan was making a lot of preparations while his friend sent invitations across. The surprise party was going to take place in the great Hall of Calendar. The hall was massive and grand, big in size.Agnes's birthday was around the corner but she seemed less interested in celebrating it. She did not even bother to inform anyone about it, well that was how she had always celebrated her birthday. A day off from work, alone in her house, eating and drinking whatever was available and wishing her self many more birthday celebrations in loneliness and sorrow. Most times she would use that opportunity to go to the orphanage where she had grown up in to share gifts and money among themselves. Then she would cut her cake in their presence and they would all enjoy it. This time around she had already concluded that her birthday wasn't going to be special. One cool thing about Agnes was that e
A knock sounded on Agnes's apartment door. Agnes dismissed whatever she was doing and walked to the door. Obviously she had forgotten that Ethan was coming over. "Who is that?" she asked, not peeping through the hole."It is Ethan," he said staring at his watch. Immediately Agnes became alerted, she peeped through the hole and saw that it was really Ethan. She saw that he was dressed corporately in a black suit and a tie. Agnes tried to remember the occassion of the day. She did not remember any occasion. It was at that moment, that it dawned on her that Ethan was coming to pick her up."Agnes?" Ethan called her, bringing her back from her reverie. "Why are you not opening the door?" He asked on the other side. "Oh sorry," she apologetically spoke out and opened the door immediately. "Hi Ethan," she greeted. "Hi, did I come too early?" he asked, when he noticed she was still in her night wear. "No, not at all. Come inside," she said impatiently. Ethan wal