Eric had been drugged by someone in the shop and was feeling unbearably hot and restless. He thought about calling Bella but then remembered he had already stripped off his clothes; where would he find his phone?
He saw a woman by the roadside, mumbling drunkenly.
“Miss, hello, could I borrow your phone for a moment?”
The woman on the ground displayed a drunken expression, perhaps from a recent heartbreak, as she was just cursing out her ex-boyfriend.
When she heard someone speaking, she staggered to her feet.
“Do you even have feelings for me or not?”
Eric, already in discomfort, had to forcefully restrain himself.
“Miss, I’ve lost my phone and I need to contact a friend. Could I please use yours?”
“Phone? Yes, I have one, but I won’t give it to you. All you men are bastards and scum!” The woman waved her phone in front of him.
Eric quickly snatched the phone and dialed the familiar number, slightly annoyed by the ringing that interrupted their exchange.
“Jason, stop, I need to take this call. It might be the boss…”
“The boss is busy with Miss Montgomery right now. Why would he remember you?” Jason sounded irritated.
But the phone had already rung twice, and Bella, despite herself, pressed the answer button.
“Hello, who is this?”
Eric was just about to speak when another voice came from the phone: “Darling, no one can disturb us.”
Even as naive as Eric was, he realized what was happening. He said nothing and hung up the phone.
“Hey, give me back my phone! I’m telling you, no one picks up girls on the street like this anymore.”
The woman’s voice was thick with the smell of alcohol.
Eric, who disliked dealing with drunken antics, shoved the phone back into her hand.
“Thanks,” he said, turning to leave.
“Hold on, you think you can just hit on me and run away? I’ll tell you it’s not that easy. You work here, right? I’ve booked the whole club tonight. Name your price.”
The voice behind him made Eric’s forehead vein throb. If he weren’t feeling so ill, he would not let this woman off so easily!
He quickened his pace, but the woman ran up and grabbed his hand. Eric was annoyed.
“I don’t work here.”
“I just saw you come out from there! Look at those things you’re wearing! Oh, my boy, you look so dashing, and you say you’re not a gigolo? You’re even handsomer than that bastard. He messed with my best friend, fine, I guess it’s no problem for me to find a gigolo for myself.”
“Miss, please let go!” Eric was already struggling and this woman was too close for comfort.
The scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of red wine was overwhelming, and coincidentally, it was the same perfume Aurora usually wore.