Chapter 3

As the night grew deeper, I lost count of how many glasses of alcohol I had with Farvo. Not just that — I also forgot the plan, slowly getting closer to him until I found myself sitting on his lap again. I looked into his green eyes, cupping his face with both hands.

“You know, you’re really, really handsome. Even though I only saw you last time, I can still vividly remember how damn hot you looked when you were on top of me.” I felt his hands holding mine and remove that from his face.

”Here you are being drunk again.” he scolded me and making me remove on his lap.

“Well, you’re drunk too, huh?” I said, teasing, a mix of disbelief and a hint of laughter slipping through the haze.

“I'm not drunk Miss Hestia and where are your friends. You need to go home now.” He said in serious tone.

“No!” I disagree harshly and get the another bottle of beer when he snatch it from my hands.

“Stop drinking,you are drunk was—” I didn't let him finished his words when I kiss him.

He aggressively pulled my lips away from his. “For the sake of—fuck, please stop.”

His voice was so firm, so unexpected, that it froze me in place. I stopped instead of pouring him another drink.

He insisted on having more, but he hadn’t even finished the first glass I gave him. “Finish your drink first, baby,” I giggled when I told him that.

I watched as he gulped down his drink, and the moment he set the glass down, I was already waiting—ready to attack him with a kiss on the lips. He caught me, pushed me down onto the couch, and everything between us burst into motion.

He was attacking my lips with his tongue, desperately trying to enter my mouth, his movements rough and hungry—his hands cupping my face as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

We already enjoying each other when someone tapped him that made us interrupted, a lady in the middle 20s who's wearing only black panty with leg chain strap partnered with gold chainmail corset top with crisscross lace.

Farvo start kissing me again when the lady tapped him again that made him stop and I fucking glare at her,when Farvo didn't speak to the woman and back his attention on me, continue kissing me down to my neck but the woman touch his muscle arms that made us disrupted on our business.

“What the the hell you fucking bitch? Can't you see we're busy.” I said still glaring at me with annoyance.

She look at me sharply and turn her gaze to Farvo who's still busy in my neck and not minding her.

“Can I join you?” Her tone was mix of flirt and she start to rub her hands on Farvo arm, that made him annoyed and stop kissing my neck to face the woman.

“I don't want you. You're ugly, I want Capris to fuck.” He said before looking at me that made me laugh.

The woman instantly turned her back that me laugh.

“You know what, let's just book a room!” I said giggledly.

But he just leaned closer on me, “But let's fuck here first please. You already turned me on,” He guide my hand inside his underwear that made me feel and hold his then he also remove it fastly.

As I look at him questioning on what he just did,he grinned teeth, “I told you, I want to fuck you first and also taste you again.”

My body started to arch when he started to play my pussy even I'm still dress, “getting clever now, aren’t you?” I teased, tracing a playful smile on my lips.

He didn't answer—“Ohh fucking please mo—ohhhhh!” I moaned when he start to insert his finger, not minding we're still at club.

“Make it more deeper!” I dug my fingernails on his back as I felt he start moving his finger.deeper.faster.Then he remove.

I shot him a furious look. “Why did you remove it?” My voice came out low but demanding.

He whispered softly, “stop being so loud Miss,where still at bar,” he warned on my ear before putting his finger back and kiss me harder.

His other slowly roaming around my body until it reaches my boobs, “can I squeeze it?” he asked seductively before squeezing it.

“You can also put it on your mouth,” I provoked him that leading him to do that.

He insert his head on my dress and he put my breasts in his mouth that made felt so warm.

“The other one too,” he followed me instantly by doing in alternate.

Then his kisses slowly went down to my stomach as he started to to kneel his knees on me, “you might get scraped your knees,baby,” I reminded him worriedly.

Farvo paused, flashing me a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, darling. Don’t worry about me—can I eat you now?”

I was just about to nod when the bar manager suddenly appeared right in front of us, and I froze on the spot. “Far…vo… get up… s-stop eating…” I stammered, my face burning in shame. Farvo suddenly stopped and look at me shook and worried.

“Did I hurt you?” he ask but I just pointed behind him, he slowly turn his head to see what I was point and he got shocked too with my liquid drooping on his lips

“Miss Arianda,” he politely said and bowed his head and I there quickly hide on Farvo back.

Damn! I'm so embarrassed. I thought the manager already gone in front of us when she called my name that made more stiffen on my seat.

“It’s that you, Capris Hestia,” The manager knew me?

Farvo look at me before speaking up, “Please Madam Arianda, my client was already shy. I hope you'll excuse us.” He said politely that he make the manager nodded and start to walk away.

“I don't want to continue it anymore,” I said as I fix my dress.

He narrowed his eyes. “But—there’s a VIP lou—”

I didn’t let him finish. “Why are you only saying that now?” I muttered, half-annoyed, half-flustered.

Before I could even react, he suddenly lifted me in his arms, bridal-style. My breath hitched as my eyes widened in surprise.

“Because there’s no way we’re ending our session now,” he said with a mischievous grin. “I’ve waited long enough.”

We ended up in private sofa with pole,As soon as we get there,Farvo start to remove his boxer and began unzip my dress too leaving me with my panties only that already so wet that also been removed by him.

He was about to push me on the couch when I stopped him and instead I the one who pushed him and seated on his lap, I just sat down on his lap,his between mine he already popped out inside of me.I started to move up and down while he buried himself of my breasts. The room suddenly felt with our moans, he's begged to move and fucked him faster.

Then when I get tired we changed position my one leg on his shoulder when then other one is hanging on the sofa as he buried himself on mine. My desire still on top when another position hit up my mind.

“Can we it whi—” I didn't finish my sentence due to embarrassment and just turn my back and kneeled.

He laughed sexily as he get and positioned himself on my back,his hands still in breast as he entered me.

I didn't know how our night,I just woke up with him sitting on the couch only wearing boxer while I was laying in sofa with bra and when I look up at thigh, I quickly pulled up from laying.

“Where’s my panty?” And I roam around,I realized I also wasn't on my room nor any part on my condo.

“Where you bought me this time?” I ask shoutedly as I hug my naked body.

He looked at me calmly, “we’re on one of the private lounge,here in bar.”

I look at the floor how my dress with my undies tortured on what happened last night, unable to wear them.

When I recalled out plans with my friends,I mentally murmured cursed as I look for my things.

I was about to get it when Farvo snatched it and hold it firmly while his other holding a phone that probably his.

“Give my bag,” I demanded but he just looked at me.

“You’ll get it with in exchange.” he said casually that made anger.

“You raped me two times then now you gonna my things. Oh! Don't fucking tell me,YOU ARE A CRIMI—” I panicked and got stopped when he speak with authority.

“For the record, Miss, I didn’t force myself on you — not last night, not any other night,” he said firmly, his tone calm but unwavering.

“So… you’re saying… I wanted..... what..... happened?” I asked, my voice breaking between confusion and tears.

He hesitated before answering. “Apparently, yes. You booked me to accompany you and things happened.”

He exhaled, looking away. “I didn’t do anything without your consent. You asked for me, and I only did my job.”

My voice cracked. “Your job is to—” I stopped, unable to finish the sentence, my chest tightening with disbelief.

He frowned, thinking for a moment. “As far as I remember, you were the one who kept insisting to drink more and more,” he said quietly, his tone sounding more like a reminder than an accusation.

“No,” I shot back, my voice trembling. “I won’t pay you. You took advantage of me while I was drunk twice. That was sexual assault.”

His jaw tightened. “Go on with your delusions,” he said flatly, “but stay here. I’ll call the bar manager.”

“Why are you calling the manager?” I asked, confusion lacing my voice.

“Because she saw us last night, down at the bar, before we ended up here in the private lounge you booked.” His tone was calm but edged with frustration.

The air between us thickened with silence after his words. My heart thumped painfully against my ribs as if trying to escape. I could barely hold his gaze, but he didn’t look away. His eyes carried both exhaustion and disbelief, the kind that made me question my own memory.

“For the record, Miss, I didn’t force myself on you — not last night, not any other night,” he said firmly, voice heavy with restrained anger.

“So… you’re saying… I wanted what happened?” I asked, my voice cracking between confusion and tears.

He sighed deeply, pressing his fingers against his temples. “Apparently, yes. You booked me to accompany you — and things happened. You were drinking, but you weren’t out of your senses.”

I stared at him, trembling. “No,” I shot back, voice trembling. “I won’t pay you. You took advantage of me while I was drunk twice. That was assault.”

He fired back. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed. “Hey, can you come to the lounge?” he said quietly. “She’s here.”

I sat on the edge of the couch, pulling the blanket around me, trying to make sense of what was happening. My head pounded, images flickering the noise of bar last night, the smell of liquor, my own voice echoing faintly, ‘drink with me .’

The door opened a few minutes later, and a woman—My classmate back in college. Her black dress and sharp expression carried authority. She was beautiful, but intimidating, the kind of person who could silence an entire room with a look.

“Good morning,” she said, her tone neutral as her eyes darted between us. “What’s going on here?”

Farvo straightened, his expression unreadable. “She doesn’t want to pay,” he said simply.

The woman’s brows arched. “Is that true, Capris? I mean,I know being rich.”

I swallowed hard. “I don’t owe anything. He—he took advantage of me.”

The manager’s lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s a serious accusation Capris,” she said carefully. “But before you say anything more, maybe you should take a look at this.”

She slid her phone across the table. The screen showed CCTV footage from the bar that dated last night.

I blinked rapidly, my stomach dropping. “No! That’s can’t be—”

The manager spoke gently but firmly. “You were aware enough that you and my employee did go to VIP lounge.”

My voice faltered. “But… I didn’t. I don’t remember.”

Farvo’s voice broke the silence. “You don’t have to remember, Miss. But I do.” He looked straight into my eyes—disappointed. “You don’t know how it feels to wake up and be accused of something you didn’t do.”

I couldn’t breathe. Guilt and confusion mixed in my chest, but pride stopped me from admitting it.

The manager exhaled. “Let’s settle this properly. You booked him for two nights. That’s the agreement. If you have complaints, take them up with the agency, not here.”

Her words felt like a verdict. My throat burned. I wanted to scream, to deny everything, but the proof was there, blurry, yes, but undeniable.

Farvo looked at me one last time, a tired kind of sadness in his eyes. “Please,” he said quietly, “just pay me now. It’s actually times two now, and I hope you don’t regret this later. And don’t ever accuse me of something I didn’t do. We both wanted it.”

His voice cracked slightly on the last line before he turned to leave, brushing past the manager. The door clicked softly behind him.

I sat there frozen, staring at the empty space he’d left behind. Every sound felt distant even the hum of the air conditioner, the muffled music from the bar outside, even my own heartbeat. My hands trembled as I reached for my purse.

The manager remained silent as I placed the payment on the table, tears welling up but refusing to fall. She took it without a word, nodded slightly, and left me alone in the dimly lit room.

When the door closed, the silence became unbearable. I buried my face in my hands, trying to remember—trying to unfeel everything.

Did I really want it?

The question echoed in my head until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Hours later, I was home. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone I didn’t know with tired eyes, swollen lips, a faint mark on my collarbone that I couldn’t stop staring at even in my chest.

I opened the drawer and took out a small box of contraceptive pills I just bought the first time happened to us. My hands shook as I took one, swallowing it dry with a glass of water.

Just in case.

I sat on the bed, hugging my knees, the taste of bitterness clinging to my tongue. The room felt too quiet, too small, like the walls themselves were whispering accusations I couldn’t silence.

Then a knock.

“Capris Hestia?”

A familiar voice called out from outside my room. Before I could even react, the door creaked open.

“What happened last—”

She froze mid-sentence. Her eyes darkened and froze to the open pill box on my bedside table.

For a second, she didn’t move. Then her brows furrowed, and I saw that shift in her face from confusion to disbelief.

“Are you serious right now?” Her voice rose, trembling between anger and worry. “Why are you taking those?”

I stared down at my hands, pretending to fix the sheets just to avoid her gaze.

“So idiot!” she curse me.

“Capris Hestia, answer me!” she snapped, stepping inside.

“What happened last night that supposed to be finding your justice to what happened to you the other night?”

My throat tightened. I wanted to speak, to explain, but the words stuck somewhere between guilt and fear.

Silence heavy stretched out, stinging.

Her sigh broke it. “You promised, Capris, and this isn't you anymore,” she whispered, her tone softer now but still pained.