Chapter 1

• "Another shot?" The flirtatious voice of the bartender catches his attention.
• He looked away from the pretty brunette sitting on the lap of Adrijan Thorne, one of today's hottest models. His grip on the shot glass tightens even more as he sees the bitch grinding her hips on the model's crouch while pressing his stupid face on her sinfully plump breasts that are covered by a thin white laced dress hugging her curves.
• If she was not sexing that way in that dress and had she been just sitting primly on the couch, he would think of her as an angel. God! How that dress complements her ivory white skin and innocent face!
• She is short and so lady-like, he wouldn't be surprised if he learns she didn't even reach five feet. She looks like the model's daughter as she sits on his lap like that. Only that her curves say otherwise. Her curves and muscles fall perfectly in the right places in her sinful anatomy.
• She may have the most beautiful innocent face but the way she moves her hips above Adrian's manhood is making all the other guys drool over the scene she is carelessly making in the club.
• "Fuck!" He uttered as he combed his hair with his fingers angrily.
• He feels sick and disgusted. He feels as if heaven and earth collided and crashed down on him just looking at her acting so low even in front of everybody inside this exclusive nightclub filled with both socialites and hookers.
• Why did he say yes to this fucking deal in the first place?! Why should he be pinned with this bitch who can't be tamed, of all the socialite and heiresses in the globe?!
• Yes, he is aware that socialites and heiresses like her have their own fun times and crazy moments. But she's different. She's like a hundred times worse than any of the rich and privileged kids he knows in the world.
• She is shifting from one club to another, making out with one manwhore with another. Although it may be true that she's been dating this particular model for quite a while now, still, more and more scandals are circulating in tabloids and magazines.
• She is now known as the "Richest slut in Town", "Playgirl In The Century", "The Heiress Bitch" and all the other filthy titles one could think of.
• "Make it two!" He snaps angrily at the flirtatious bartender who is still waiting for his next order.
• He can feel his own manhood aching just looking at the bitch. Something he should never feel towards her. The last thing he would want is to actually be attracted to her and fall into her pit of sins...and be one of her "boy toys".
• "They've been together for a good 6 months now. But they've been friends ever since." A baritone voice suddenly echoes just beside him as he feels its owner takes the stool just beside him in front of the bar.
• "The longest she had, really. Probably the most serious too." He adds before giving a sign to the lady bartender for his drink order.
• Two shots of tequilas were handed to them.
• "Don't look at her like you've been cursed. She's a nice girl." The guy, who seems like in his early forties raises the glass in front of him for a toss and shot the alcohol straight.
• "I'd bet that's what everybody she'd taken to bed would say." He scoffed as he downs his own alcohol and stands up ready to leave this place where his hell is.
• "Don't dare hurt that girl, Vincent Walton. I've been in jail before, I wouldn't mind going back in there for that girl." For mere seconds, Vincent was taken off-guarded with that.
• How did this guy know him...?
• And what made him say those words to him?
• It couldn't be that he knows why he is here in the first place? It couldn't be possible that he knows who he is and who will he be in that "girl's" life? No one knows...
• That's what he thought.
• The agreement was solely between the bitch's father and his own grandfather. It couldn't be that this guy knows... and what about her?
• He looks at the direction of the beautiful brunette once again and sees her standing up from the model's lap before pulling him and dragging him out of the club. Not minding the flashes of paparazzi cameras here and there who are all obviously focusing their lenses on her again.
• God damn it! She's literally not giving a fuck about who and when to fuck! Adrian Thorne is as gay as all the colors in the rainbow for Christ's sake and given how desperate he is to get his arse in the halls of fame, he'd do and use anyone to get there.
• And this blonde-acting untamable brunette bitch is letting him use her for fame and publicity. Just like him, the weird older guy rises from his chair and leaves. But just when Vincent thought he'd follow the brunette bitch, Vincent was surprised when the guy reaches for one flashing camera and crashes it on the floor and before he knew it, the pathetic paparazzi is already on the floor as well after being pushed by the bigger guy.
• Another guy holding a camera was obviously taken aback by the scene that he just runs off even before the older guy, whom Vincent realizes now is actually the bitch's bodyguard, could get to him.
• The bodyguard looks at his direction and gives him a warning look before he goes out of the club to follow his mistress.
• "You wanna settle the bill before you go?" Asks the same bartender, again cutting him from watching the young heiress.
• The bartender has been doing her best to be noticed by him since he got inside the club. It is not hard for him to notice how hard she's trying to get his attention. It isn't the first time women are coming to him.
• Vincent looks at the blonde, she is pretty alright, but only because her face is concealed by almost an inch-thick makeup.
• Her brows, he didn't know if the tattoo is almost just a line, she kind of reminds him of the red queen in Alice in Wonderland.
• Feeling more pissed than he already is, he took his wallet from the back pocket of his trouser and hands her a few hundred dollar bills.
• He definitely wouldn't be a loser tonight. He needs someone to take the anger of his manhood in. And if this lady is the last choice he had, fuck choices! He would just grab her and give her what she wants as he forgets about that deceiving innocent face of the town's bitch.
• "Four seasons Suite...." He whispered and paused placing another hundred dollar bill in between her fake cleavage that made him cringe and even more frustrated thinking about that brunette's breasts that seemed to move naturally against the fabric of her dress a while ago.
• "Fuck." He mentally whispered as he realized his mind is already filled with lust over her even before he knew it.
• "Just follow me and get on." He commanded her and turned knowing she'll definitely follow him right away.