Chapter Two: At the Pub
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Chapter 2 : At the Pub
It was getting late at night and the possibility of the Brandon family visiting was almost null. Kevin and Lilly did not have to fear being seen and so they went home together.
Meanwhile in the ward, Roslyn opened her eyes, her dark pupils as bright as the stars in the dark night, and she did not look like a vegetative person at all.
She pulled out the tubes on her body, jumped up from the bed, changed out of her hospital gown, put on a black dress and sunglasses. A few minutes later, she left the hospital and took a taxi to Sun Star pub.
Sun Star pub was the largest bar in Boston and it was where her cousin, Diana Kend, had asked her to meet.
It was Diana who had suspected the insincere motive behind Kevin's relationship with her cousin. She had only taken a look at a video of Roslyn's birthday celebration, and concluded that Kevin and Lilly had an unusual relationship. She subsequently declared that Kevin's motives for pursuing her cousin were notoriously far from being in love.
Roslyn was in love, of course, and did not believe what her cousin said. Eager to verify the matter, the two cousins had made a bet. The bet was to find out that if Roslyn became mentally and physiologically disadvantaged, would Kevin remain loyal to her as he promised?
Now that Roslyn had witnessed what she never thought would not happen, she had lost the bet and therefore had to meet with her cousin to admit defeat. Moreover, the scene of her fiance making it out with her best friend inside the ward while she faked being in a coma was devastatingly stressing. She craved for a drink to sedate her nerves.
Diana hugged her cousin distressedly, and waved her slender fingers in the air in a semicircle.
"Rosy, it's not worth it to be sad for such a scumbag. Who is Kevin? Today, sister will find you a super handsome guy to compensate you."
After she said that, she pulled Roslyn to the supreme private room and asked her to wait inside. She wanted to personally choose handsome guys to drink with them.
As her cousin went out, Roslyn sat on the sofa feeling uncomfortable. She did not want to stay there. Although she had been betrayed, she did not feel like it was the best way to punish the scum called Kevin. It was like she was looking for an excuse to indulge herself.
She stood up and prepared to leave. Just as she reached the door, it was knocked open by gravity, and a handsome guy who was so handsome that people and gods would be envious came in from outside. He was indeed top-notch.
The handsome guy had sword eyebrows and star eyes, strong facial features, thin lips, and his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, especially after seeing Roslyn... He immediately came over!
He didn’t talk much. Just pulled her in. Locked the door. Pressed her against the wall like he’d waited all week to touch her.
“You sure you want this?” he whispered, in a rough voice.
She nodded, already breathless. “Don’t ask. Just do it.”
He kissed her hard. Deep. Like he was trying to own her mouth before anything else. Then came the hands — slow, strong, experienced. His fingers trailed under her dress, teasing the edge of her soaked panty, his thumb stroking her inner thigh like a secret.
She moaned. Loud.
And he grinned. “You’re already this wet?”
He slid her panty aside and touched her. Just once. One finger. One long, deep stroke — and her knees buckled.
That was the first time she came. Standing. Fully clothed. Against his wall.
He carried her to the bed, tossed her down like she weighed nothing, and pulled off his shirt.
"My God!" She marveled.The tattoos. The abs. The dark V-line leading into his trousers like a dangerous path she had no business walking.
“Take off your dress,” he said.
She hesitated.
He reached over, unzipped it himself, and dragged it off her like he was unwrapping candy. She lay there, in her bra and panty, trembling under his stare. His eyes scanned her body slowly — worshipfully — like he was learning her.
Then he kissed her inner thighs. One side. Then the other.
She moaned his name.
And when he pulled her panty down with his teeth? She forgot she was a daughter of God.
His tongue found her spot like he had mapped her body before she even met him. He sucked her gently, then harder, alternating with the kind of rhythm that made her whole soul leave her body and come back.
She shook. Screamed. Clutched the sheets like she was drowning.
And still, he did not stop.
“You taste sweet,” he murmured.
“You’re mad,” she breathed. “You’ll kill me.”
He smiled. “I haven’t even given you the prèèk yet.”
When he finally slid into her — slow, thick, deep — she saw things. Stars. Ancestors. Maybe even an angel who came to warn her.
It was too good.
Not rushed. Not clumsy. He held her like she was delicate, but stroked her like she was the last woman on earth.
He kissed her forehead. Her nose. Then choked her gently and whispered, “You’ll remember this.”
She nodded. Eyes wet. Legs shaking.
She had already forgotten who she was.
When they finished, she could not move. Her legs felt like jelly, her soul halfway out her body. He lay beside her, smiling, breathing hard.
She wanted to be angry. Embarrassed. Regretful. But instead, she turned to him and whispered:
“Why is your prèèk that sweet?”
He laughed, deep and proud.
And she knew then — she was in trouble.
Because one taste would never be enough.
Roslyn was momentarily shocked to think that the man was a bar attendant. It was a waste of talent for such a handsome guy to work as a gigolo just like that.
Everything that should and should not have happened happened.
After a long time, the man left her with satisfaction and put on his clothes in an orderly and slow manner.
She also hurriedly put on her clothes to cover the strawberry marks on her body. She was still confused, a whirlwind of emotions assaulting her body.
"What happened? Did I lose my virginity without knowing it?" She remonstrated.
Diana had said that she would find a handsome guy to drink with them, but she had not said it directly... that it was something more... invigorating? or irrational? Roslyn believed that the handsome guy who had just had a love affair with her was a young master of the bar, commonly known as a duck.
She shuddered thinking that she had given her virginity to a duck, and she almost cried.
In a moment, the man was dressed and took out his wallet... Roslyn finally realized that he was going to charge her!
Not in the mood of losing the battle, she quickly took out a handful of money from her pocket and stuffed it into the man's wallet: "These should be enough, right?"
The man looked perplexed.
She thought it was perhaps not enough. She accidentally saw that she was still wearing the ring given to her by Kevin. This was a token of love between the two. In name, it was given by Kevin, but in fact, it was her money.
She did not want the Kevin anymore, so what was the ring for?
Without blinking, she took off the ring and handed it over.
"This cost more than ten thousand dollars when I bought it, it should be enough."
The man looked confused for a moment, then took the ring, and Roslyn rushed out in a hurry!
She did not know when four more bodyguards appeared at the door, but she was in such a hurry that she did not notice.
Her cousin stood anxiously in the corridor, talking to the bar owner in a panic. She saw her coming out and hurried over.
"Rosy, are you okay...?"
"Let's go, I won't come here again," she announced, pulling her cousin away quickly. "Just who the hell was that guy?"
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