The Bad Boys Series

Chapter 1 “I’ll Buy Her Body”

Jethro Klent sat on the couch and reached for the grapes on the side. He ate one but didn't enjoy it as sour twanged on his tongue. So he spit it out along with a curse. "F*ck."

He looked at the man who served him the plate of grapes. Black hair, pale skin, thick brows, sharp jaws and red lips, Simon George has sweet smile on his face as he stared back at his customer. "Is the grape not to your liking? Sir?" he asked. 

Jethro grasped his blonde hair. He kept on brushing it as he response, "Why did you serve this to a VVIP customer? It's awful."

Though he received bad feedback for the snack he prepared, Simon remained unperturbed. "But you'll definitely like the goods that I'll show you." At his gesture, four bulky and scary looking guys went out to fetch something. 

"Do you usually sell woman?" Jethro asked with a yawn. He crossed his legs while waiting for Simon's retort. 

Like they said, yawn is contagious. And so Simon replied with a yawn too, "No. This is the first. The woman's father died without paying his debts. You suddenly came to me and asked if I can sell you a woman so I thought of the father's child." 

"Oh my," Jethro laughed. "What an unlucky girl she is."

"I doubt it," Simon disagreed. "Mr. Jethro is a gorgeous man so she won't regret using her body to a fine guy." 

"So you thought I'll buy her for s*x?" 

Simon met Jethro's mischievous droopy eyes. If his blonde hair is a little bit longer, Simon might mistook him as a pretty woman who happened to have Adam's apple and wide shoulder. Straight nose, small face and angelic eyes, Jethro's beauty is one of a kind. As if he was born special together with a million normal people. If it s*x he wants, then all he needs to do is stand in the middle of the street and wait till girls flocked around him like an ant. And so, Simon started to wonder why a man like Jethro came to buy a woman. 

'Well. Who cares? I'll profit on this deal,' Simon shrugged his shoulder with this thought. 

After awhile, the four guys who's under Simon's command came in with a girl. She was tied with a rope on her wrist and shut with a tape on her mouth. 

Her wavy black pearl-colored hair that came down to her waist fluttered. Jethro fell in love with her appearance even though he could only see her big bright eyes and her straight nose. 

"Oh, I love her," he gasped. "She's perfect," he added before clapping his hand as if he just finished an excellent theater act and the red velvet curtain fell down. But like any meticulous audience, he won't forget bringing his harsh criticism. "However, she's wearing a high school uniform. It'll be a problem if she's underage."

"Don't worry," Simon reassured. "She's already 20. A senior student graduating this year."

"Ohhh. That's good then," Jethro said while standing up. "I don't care how much she is. Give her to me." 

"I feel great to hear that since she's expensive," Simon answered while gesturing his minions to remove the tape on the girl's mouth. After they did, Jethro noticed the fierce glared from the girl, directed to him.

"Does she...bites?" Jethro wondered, tilting his head. "She also looks like she'll scratch me with her claws." To observed her more, he went closer to his trembling prey.

"She signed a contract with us so if she even try to escape or harm you, we will kill her right away," Simon informed. 

The poor girl clenched her fists and bit her lower lip. 'How could they decide my life just for money?!' she thought as tears fell down on her big rounded eyes; they dropped on her legs, like raindrops. 

Jethro reached out his hand to her cheek. 

"Hmmm," she groaned while he wiped the tears with his thumb. 

"Don't cry," he begged, before a sneer appeared on his lips. "I won't kill you. Okay? From today onwards, I am you master, and you are my slave. If you play nice, I'll treat you well."

As an answer, the girl spit on his face. "Phwe!"

Jethro shut his eyes. His hand trembled on her cheek before he pulled it away so he could wipe  her sticky and warm saliva on his face. "Sh*t," he cracked a laugh that faded in no time.

When she found his eyes again, she felt his tremendous harbor against her. 

"I said, treat me nice," he dropped in unusual cold voice. And then...

'Pak!' 

Her cheek turned red from his slap.

"Ahhh!" she winced. 

"You fearless b***h," Jethro threatened, stretching his wrist.