Chapter 34
Jack’s POV
While I was in the bar in the VIP lounge, I turned around to take a glance but my gaze fell on the pretty slut and a young man. I felt jealous at that moment, my face squeezed in displease.
How dare her?
I grunted in displease and disdain, cursing out my breath. My hand suddenly grabbed the cup of wine that was resting on the bar stool. I gulped down the content in one shot.
My eyes rolled to my back at several intervals, I had seen how she was always staring at me every few minutes through the glass that was within the grasp of my fingers. I had intentionally held the glass within my fingers as a rear mirror, her reflection was showing there.
I loved her hairstyle, the way she had styled it. It was the same way EMILY, my late wife has always loved to style her hair. She had the smile as her, the same pointed nose. Unnecessary tears wedged at the rim of my eyes at the mere remembrance of my dear Wife(EMILY). I almost fall but I decided to hold my peace.
I was supposed to get up and leave for my abode but because of her, I decided to still hang around until I see to it that she was home.
Not long after, I heard some noise behind me. Judging from the sounds, I could decipher the distance from which the person was speaking. It was from the side where Angie was sitting so I never flinched. I could feel her gaze piercing through my back, if gazes were sharp objects then, I would have been dead already.
When I heard him say, “strip!”I start to feel some churning sensation within my stomach. I felt the urge to look and take a snip of what was happening but Nah!
Never!
There was so much commotion, I could hear the idiot instructing my slut my slut to strip, I was mad and felt to strangle him to death. But then, I had to chime through their discussion to save her.
It was ridiculous though, fifty men will sleep with her? What kind of nonsense was that?
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When I had brought her over to a room, I had no intention to make men 6o sleep with her but I wanted to know more about her because my wife’s fragrance was on her body.
I’ll deal with the bastard later!
I wanted to ask who the bastard was to her but I thought that was none of my business so I just have to keep my mouth shut.
“Who are you?”These words find their way out of my mouth. I needed to know who she was. I felt strange after asking her this question, that was not the question I had intintendto ask but I can still change it anyway.
I’m not going to rush in knowing her, I’m going to patiently wait for her to explain herself to me.
Her eyes flew in surprise, and she suddenly brings her fingers closer to her mouth but they were hanging in the air.
“Who,… am… I?”She stuttered, with hands flying to the back of her neck. She squeezed her face, turning her neck over to the other side, there was a little tattoo that I had drawn in the middle of my back at her neckline, which makes me curious but I’m not going to ask her.
“Yes,”
“Why do you want to know.” She said in a tearful tone.
Why was she crying anyway, I wanted to see if she was crying, the edge of her hands had found their place below her eye circles wiping off something. Her lips parted in a loud yawn, I know she was trying to keep me in the dark.
“I’m talking about if you’re a fool, a Mouron, or a gullible sex tool. I wanted to know everything, so I need you to tell me. I don’t fucking care about your identity!”I yelled angrily anger steaming from my eyes.
She must have sensed it. My demeanor was not speaking peace. She’s stupid! How could she allow herself to be used by such a man who doesn’t value her?
“Why would you say those nasty words to me?”She barked at me.
“Don’t you bark at me slut! when I’m talking to you, you have to answer me. ” I said with annoyance but the tone of my voice was still calm.
“Slut?”She asked with her arched brow.
I paused to ponder over her words. I had uttered the wrong words, though I never meant that and I’m so sorry. But I can’t share that I never meant that word, I haven’t said anything that is three percent close to what that devil had done to her. Maybe, that little man is her boyfriend but I’m going to teach him a lesson by investigating him and if perhaps he had a sister, then the heavens are surely against him because I’m going to allow one of my men to treat his sister like how he had treated my slut.
“Yes…”I snapped to her tune.
“So you mean I’m a slut to you?”
I paused, looking at her. The reactions on her face. But she was a fucking slut, right? Why would she be throwing herself at me?
“Are you a virgin?”These words flew out of my mouth.
This time it seems like I have triggered some angry button within her, I could see her clenching her fist, her eyes squinting with annoyance, her lips trembling and she was trying to suck it in but I remain calm.
She blinked her eyes, gasping air out of her mouth.
“I’m not a virgin! Are you?”
“I’m a man! It doesn’t matter if I’m a virgin or not. Even if I said I was, you won’t be able to decipher. And since you’re the lady over here, don’t you think you’re the one at the losing end? You didn’t realize you’re like a flower that is still blooming and there are seasons for flowers? Don’t you have a future? Don’t you plan to have one?”
“Motivational speaker or sarcasm speaker or perhaps a preacher?” She asked with hands resting on her hip side.
What am I saying? Well, those words were a little out of the mighty words that I’m going to say to her. I felt like she was my daughter so I needed to talk some sense into her, I’ll blind her with words. It has been a long I used those skills of mine, I have my reasons for saying such then…