Naughty & Fierce

"Damn it!"

The moment Bienley stepped out of the hotel room, a hand shot out and forcefully grabbed him.

Before he could even process what was happening, he was slammed against the wall. A brawny arm wrapped tightly around his chest, pinning him in place and leaving him with limited mobility.

"What the hell...?" His frigid glare met an equally piercing one.

For a split second, he was left speechless, momentarily forgetting his precarious situation. Those satin - gray eyes fixed on him seemed to pull him into an abyss of the unknown.

"You dare lay your filthy hand on someone else's girl!"

The man's menacingly harsh voice jolted him back to reality. More than the unfair assault he was enduring, he was mortified by the strange emotions the man in front of him was stirring within him.

His body was acutely aware of the man's close proximity, which shocked him. Since when could another man affect him like this, as if he were a lovesick maiden? He was appalled at feeling intimidated by this guy, and he loathed these newfound sensations.

He had earned the reputation of a renowned Casanova for a reason, and he had never been attracted to men. Yet, the rapid thumping of his heart against his ribs, all because of this man, was a stark reminder of his inner turmoil.

"Let go of me," he grumbled, a warning laced in his voice. He was exasperated by this unexpected realization and infuriated by the baseless accusation from the other man.

Silence, save for the deafening sound of his own heartbeat, filled the air as their cold stares locked. He was so engrossed in his own plight that he failed to notice the momentary hesitation in the man who had accosted him.

"Don't make me say it again," he hissed through gritted teeth.

But the man seemed unfazed by the intense look directed at him. The way he was being stared at was starting to make him squirm.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" For a fleeting moment, he panicked mentally when the man leaned in closer.

"No wonder girls are head over heels for you," the man murmured softly, seemingly captivated by his green eyes.

"And maybe guys too..." Along with that intense, penetrating gaze, a wicked smile curved the man's lips.

"Fuck off! Get away from me," he struggled to break free, but his strength deserted him. Everything about this man seemed to sap his energy, and it left him stunned.

How could a man have such an effect on him? He was neither gay nor bisexual. Yet, his legs felt like they were turning to jelly, like some lovesick fool, and that annoyed him to no end.

"If I hadn't seen you up close, I would never have believed a man could be this beautiful. Who would've thought such flawless skin and a stunning face could belong to a man? No wonder girls would do anything to spend a night with you," he muttered, his eyes fixed on him in a daze.

"I'm absolutely intrigued to see if I can uncover even the slightest flaw in this immaculate skin," he murmured in a husky tone.

His smoldering gaze roamed languidly over Bienley's strikingly handsome face, lingering on his chiseled jawline before trailing down to his neck.

"You're spouting nonsense. Get your grubby hands off me!" Bienley attempted to mask his rising panic with a veneer of anger, discreetly swallowing hard in the process.

He was astonished at how the man's words had sent a jolt of panic through him. The very effect those words had on him was terrifying.

"Boss"

Bienley felt an unexpected wave of relief at the interruption. Their charged exchange was abruptly cut short when a voice rang out. He also heard the sound of several approaching footsteps before he noticed a group of stern - looking men nearby.

"Ryle has arrived," one of them reported gravely.

The man who had pinned Bienley against the wall, the one the newcomers addressed as 'Boss', remained perfectly still. His intense stare never wavered from Bienley's vivid aquamarine eyes.

"It's would be a serious conversation," someone in the group snorted. Multiple pairs of eyes turned towards Bienley.

"Yeah, it'll be damned serious. No man wants his girl holed up in a hotel room with another guy," another scoffed, fixing his harsh gaze on Bienley.

"Your friend should break up with her," Bienley muttered, unfazed by the animosity directed his way.

However, his nonchalant attitude sparked a flurry of indignant mutters from the group, and the 'Boss' leveled a deadly glare at him.

"How dare you say such a thing?" The man leaned in even closer, their faces now mere inches apart. This proximity sent a jolt of panic through Bienley's mind.

Despite being riled by the man's audacity, Bienley met everyone's piercing stares with cool composure. He took a moment, his gaze finally coming to rest on the pair of gray eyes.

"Infidelity is contemptible," a bitter yet haughty smirk played on Bienley's full, red lips.

"Even a womanizer like me detests it," he added, his teeth gritted.

His statement earned him a raised eyebrow. The group was clearly skeptical of his claim, but Bienley remained unfaltering.

"I would never lay a hand on someone else's girl. That's my unbreakable rule," he declared. With a sudden, fluid movement, to everyone's astonishment, he slipped out of the powerful grasp.

Even the boss was caught off - guard when Bienley managed to extricate himself so effortlessly. His expression darkened, and he glowered at Bienley, his jaw clenched tightly.

Amid the general astonishment and the palpable tension in the air, Bienley took his time to straighten his clothes. With utmost calmness, he faced the group, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

"I may be a player, but I have my principles. Never will I touch someone else's girl" he said earnestly, his eyes locked on the one they called Boss.

"Don't hold me accountable if your girl chose to cheat on you just to spend the night with me," he drawled with a patronizing sneer, which incited the others to angrily start moving towards him.

Despite the impending threat, Bienley stood firm. His equally intimidating gaze remained fixed on the man before him, unwavering.

"Betrayal and lies within someone else's relationship? That's entirely out of my purview. Cheating is a conscious decision, and I've always made it a point to stay far away from being part of such a debacle," Bienley declared with unwavering firmness.

His words seemed to cast a spell over the group. Their advancing steps screeched to a halt, and a thick, tense silence descended upon them. It was as if time had frozen as their intense gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.

The men were clearly trying to intimidate him, their eyes filled with a mix of anger and aggression, but Bienley remained unperturbed, standing his ground with an air of quiet defiance.

After what felt like an eternity of this charged stillness, Bienley broke the silence once more.

"Here's a bit of advice for your friend," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet like a sharp blade.

"He doesn't deserve her," he added, a cold sneer curling his lips. With that, he spun on his heel and began to walk away, his every step oozing an air of nonchalance.

"Tsk!" A chorus of irritated tongue - clucking filled the air, accompanied by the shuffling of footsteps as the group instinctively moved to follow Bienley.

"I'm going to teach that son of a bitch a lesson," someone growled under their breath.

However, all movement came to an abrupt halt when the man in the front, the one they called 'Boss', casually raised his hand.

"Devon?" The men looked at him with questioning eyes, but Devon's gaze remained fixed on Bienley's retreating figure.

He was completely transfixed, his eyes tracing the gentle sway of Bienley's hips with each step he took. It was as if he was in a trance, captivated by the other man's every movement.

"Keep an eye on him," Devon murmured softly, his sharp, hawk - like eyes never leaving Bienley's back.

"I'll send the boys to tail him, Von," one of the men responded eagerly.

"I want to know his every move, his whereabouts at all times," Devon commanded.

"Yes, Boss. I'll make sure the boys report back on every single thing he does," the man assured him.

"From this day forward, I want to ensure that no one shares his bed," Devon stated, finally turning to face his group. His expression was stern, his eyes cold and unyielding.

"Devon?" The men were clearly confused, their brows furrowed in bewilderment.

"You heard me, Max?" Devon asked coldly, his gaze boring into Max.

"But he's a well-known player, a Casanova, Boss. Stopping him from having women in his bed is next to impossible," Max protested.

"Girls are the ones flocking to him. They're all dying to spend the night with him, fantasizing about losing their innocence in his arms."

"You heard what I said, Dex?" Devon turned his deathly glare towards Dex.

"I want absolute certainty that starting today, no one is in his bed. All of you are to make this happen," he hissed through gritted teeth, his steely gaze sweeping over the inquisitive stares of his men.

"Devon, don't tell me..." one of them began to speak but hesitated mid - sentence, as if afraid to voice what they were thinking.

"Until he's in my bed, make sure no one is in his," Devon growled, his tone dark and menacing.

***TBC***