##Chapter 21 Morals
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As I came back to my senses, I tried turning away from him, "You don't have to put it like that. I'm not one of those lovers of yours, you know." I then tried moving around a bit.
Yet Wayne kept up his grip on my wrist. His slender hands felt like cuffs.
"Chill. I wasn't trying to cheer you up or anything. Of course, I won't offer my woman to another man. That would be the same as insulting myself."
Bravo. Such nice reasoning just came from Wayne. Bravo.
"What did you mean, then?" I looked at him.
Wayne started brushing through my hair, "Jo Jo or Caroline, you're but women."
A shiver came down my spine, as I had no idea where that came from.
"Forget it. Ever heard of my brother, Vincent Fox?" His hands finally let go.
I then got the chance to clear myself up and sit back next to him.
Of course, I had heard of Vincent. Wayne did have a whole bunch of lovers, but one could only say that he had got quite a peculiar taste for women.
As for Vincent, it was a different story. He was extremely violent and took just about anyone as his prey. More than often, ladies got off his bed handicapped. He was a nightmare in human form, a walking hell.
"Of course. He's your second brother. What about him?" I started to have a bad feeling about this.
"You've done your homework right," Wayne smiled, "then you must know what he's like, eh?"
I nodded.
"Well, women's about all he cares in this world. Even Leopard got some of his habits from him." Wayne added, "Here's his kink. He's gotta try out every single woman I've ever put my hands on."
"What was that supposed to mean?"
"I know you're smart enough to understand what I'm talking about," Wayne replied.
I got up in trembles and started falling back.
I never expected that this was what he had been doing to me. He was trying to smash my everything.
"I'm not for sale, sorry," I replied.
Wayne got up and moved closer, "No, no, no. I don't think you got me..."
"I've got my morals, Wayne Fox," I added.
Wayne couldn't care less about what I was trying to say. He tossed me a card, "Get to this address tomorrow. I'll be there for you."
I held him tight as he was about to leave, "What if I don't want to?"
"As if you do have a choice," Wayne rolled his eyes, "Your brother, that shop... There's too much you need to take care of. You'll have to do what I say."
He then left.
Just like that, he left me alone in 601 again.
I looked at that card blankly, not knowing what to do.
It was just another hotel room card. As of what was about to happen there, it didn't take a genius to figure out.
So that was how I was about to end up. I just fell into a trap within a trap.
High five to me believing someone like Wayne.
I had no other choice. The next day, I dressed up and got to that hotel room.
I had no clue about what Wayne's plan was, and I had no idea about what was about to happen. Sitting in the middle of the lux suite, I had nothing to do.
At that moment, the door flung open. Someone paced in.
My heart started to race, but I knew I could not panic. Wayne told me he wouldn't offer me to any other man, so I had to trust him.
I tried my best to calm down, and I got in bed.
I shut my eyes tight. The one entered got closer and stopped by the bed.
I didn't know what was going on. As I was about to open my eyes and see for myself, a drunkard bent over and threw my blanket aside.
Before I could see what he was like, he tumbled on me and started sniffing me.
"Hmm... So that's why a stripper got him like that," he mumbled on.
"Get off me!" I started to struggle with all my might.
He looked up with that same mysterious smile, "Hey, don't worry. You'd be serving him either way. I know it's all about cash. I can offer you the same."
What he said shocked me.
I kept up the struggle and shouted, "Get off me! I'm not a hooker!"
He then replied with a sound slap square on my face.
"What was that all about? You'd serve Wayne, not me. Is that so? What's wrong with serving me?" Vincent roared on.
He was strong and drunk, so I had no chances.
At that moment, someone kicked in and yanked him off.
I let out a sigh of relief. As I looked up, I saw Wayne in a white suit, looking murderous.
"Mr. Wayne!" I took the chance to rush over and hug him.
Wayne froze for a moment and started stroking my back. He growled at Vincent, "Do you have any idea what you're doing now?"
Vincent was stunned all of a sudden. Only after a good while did he start coming back to his senses. He got up slowly and started fighting back, "Who are you to pick on me right here? You're but a bastard."
As Vincent finished, Wayne pulled a pearl white derringer out of somewhere and stuffed it in Vincent's mouth, "Now don't you think you've got everything!"
I was too scared to keep clinging to Wayne. They sure were brothers of a kind.
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