Chapter 7
Olivia gave the short guy a flat glance. “Not everyone can be like you–unwanted back home, still unwanted abroad, so now you’re just harassing Gravellian girls again. When women go abroad to hook up with guys, you call it desperate.
“But when you drag your sorry self overseas just to harass women, what do you call that? At least those Gravellian girls you’re trashing don’t force themselves on people or insult anyone.
“Pigs like you, who harass women all over the world, are the ones ruining Gravellians‘ reputation–and committing crimes.”
When she’d stepped out just now, she’d already seen this short guy trying to hit on some local girls. They clearly weren’t interested, so now he’d turned to her instead.
And Olivia knew exactly how to deal with this kind of guy–he didn’t deserve even a shred of courtesy.
The short guy snapped, his voice full of fury, “How dare you compare women to men? When a man sleeps with a foreign woman, it’s a win for the homeland. When a woman sleeps with a foreigner, she’s a whore.
“The more women a man sleeps with, the more valuable he is. The more men a woman sleeps with, the cheaper she becomes. You think you can compare yourself to a man?”
Olivia nodded. “You’re right–we’re not the same. I use my brain to think. I don’t need to stoop to the level of someone who thinks with his dick.”
She gave him a once–over, her tone turning sarcastic. “From the looks of it, the only thing you’re proud of is that tiny wiener between your legs.
“If you had even a little skill, or looked decent–face, height, body, anything–you wouldn’t have to use your body count to feel important.”
“Shut up. I said shut the hell up,” he roared, his face flushed with fury like she’d just nailed his biggest insecurity.
Olivia looked completely unfazed, as if she were watching some pathetic lowlife crawl in the dirt–like this guy wasn’t even worth her time. That, more than anything, enraged the short guy.
Olivia knew all too well–only by treating someone like they were beneath her could she keep their words from getting under her skin.
The more the short guy thought about it, the angrier he got. He started storming toward her furiously.
“Don’t come any closer,” Olivia said calmly. “It’s gonna be dangerous.”
The short guy sneered, “A little late to be scared now, isn’t it? Sure, I can’t outtalk you, but I can beat the crap out of you with one hand.
“Chicks like you get spoiled by simps and start thinking you can walk all over men. Let me show you what a real man does.”
Meanwhile, up on the second–floor lounge in the center booth, several men stood to raise their glasses toward the man sitting in the middle. Their eyes were full of respect and awe.
Even sitting down, the man exuded pressure so strong that the people beside him instinctively leaned forward, almost bowing.
He lifted his hand, his fingers elegant as he picked up his glass, taking a casual sip.
As he glanced across the room, something caught his eye–a familiar figure downstairs. A sleazy, pathetic excuse for a man was winding up his fist toward her.
The man’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous aura burst out of him without warning. The men around him all flinched, instinctively thinking they’d done something wrong–one of them even looked ready to apologize and beg for forgiveness.
But before anyone could speak, the man suddenly rose. He moved with practiced ease, climbing over the couch and gripping the balcony railing.
Just as he was about to leap down to save time, something unexpected on the first floor made him pause, A small smirk appeared on his lips.
A painful, piercing scream rang out, but in the chaotic noise of the bar, it barely registered. Only the people nearby heard it.
And even then, in the dim lights, no one saw what actually happened. They shrugged it off and went right back to grinding it out on the dance floor.
The short guy was sent flying by Olivia’s kick, crashing to the ground with a thud. Pain shot through his gut, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
He stared at Olivia in horror, his face filled with disbelief. He thought, ‘She looked so delicate. Why the hell is she so strong?‘
Olivia shrugged and said with a sigh, “Told you. It was gonna be dangerous.”
The guy was infuriated, his chest heaving violently. He hadn’t figured out that he was the one in danger at all.
Olivia told the bartender to get someone to deal with the short guy and said if there were any issues, he could go to Room 1 and ask the people
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inside for compensation.
Then she bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at the bar and walked out.
Outside, she stopped by a trash can and lit a cigarette.
Just as Olivia brought it to her lips, a hand suddenly reached out from behind and snatched it away. The cigarette was stubbed out on the edge of the trash can and tossed in, all in one smooth, practiced motion.
“Smoking’s bad for your health. If your mouth’s feeling itchy, I can kiss you instead.” The voice was low and lazy, like aged whiskey–intoxicating and smooth. A jolt ran down her spine and spread through her limbs.
Olivia shivered and turned around. The man’s tall frame made her take a step back and tilt her head slightly just to see his face.
She thought, ‘Well, look who it is–my boy toy. She then spoke, “What are you doing here?”
Julian’s lips curled in a smile. He looked like he was in a great mood. “I’m in town for work. What about you? What brings you here?”
Olivia answered honestly, “My husband’s here on a romantic getaway with his side piece. I’m just the cover story.”
“How tragic.” Julian raised an eyebrow, sounding casually amused. “If your husband gets to have fun, so should you. Come on, I’ll show you a good time.”
Olivia shot him a look. “You’re not exactly my lover.”
“Maybe not your lover,” Julian said, “but I am the one getting you off. Close enough.”
Olivia liked to think she was shameless enough, but this guy–with his filthy little mind–still managed to make her blush.
Julian slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in as they walked forward. “Let’s go. I’ve got something fun planned.”
Five minutes later, Olivia stood in a hotel room, her face blank, staring at him. “This is what you meant by fun?”
Julian tilted her chin up, his fingers stroking her soft cheek, his voice low and charming. “It’s been days. You seriously don’t wanna have some fun with me?
“Am I not fun enough for you, or did some other guy catch your eye while I was gone?”
His breath was warm against her skin, his voice teasing, full of temptation. The whole room felt like it was simmering.
Julian’s charm worked a little too well on Olivia. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rose onto her toes.
The taste of alcohol still lingered on her lips, two different liquors mixing and hitting her harder now, making her head spin.
By the time she gathered her senses, they were already tangled up in bed.
Olivia pinned him down, her cheeks flushed, and said, “Tonight, I’m on top.”
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