chapter4
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Alice pleaded with Enzo not to open the door.
There was nowhere for her to hide—after all, they were on the sixth floor.
And if Justin’s father found her alone in a room with Enzo, things would definitely be misunderstood. That was the last thing Alice wanted.
She looked at Enzo, silently begging for his help.
But Enzo didn’t seem interested in saving her.
From outside the door came the knock again, followed by a deep voice:
“Enzo, may I come in?”
Ignoring Alice’s plea, Enzo chuckled.
“Sure, come in.”
Panic surged through Alice. With no time to think, she scrambled under the table.
It wasn’t spacious—her face was almost pressed up against Enzo’s legs.
She could hear Justin’s father approaching.
He greeted Enzo with a warm laugh.
“Little brother, how long are you planning to stay this time?”
“You’re not getting any younger. Want me to find you a beautiful girl? It’s time you got married too. Your nephew’s wedding is already around the corner.”
Enzo smirked.
“Didn’t Justin’s wedding get canceled? Doesn’t really count as a wedding now, does it?”
There was a moment of awkward silence. Justin’s father forced another laugh.
“It’s just postponed. I’ll set a new date soon and get Justin and Alice married.”
Under the table, Alice shook her head frantically. Enzo pretended not to notice.
Justin’s father pulled out a small lunchbox.
“Your sister-in-law made some pineapple buns. Want to try one?”
Enzo’s expression darkened.
“I don’t eat pineapple buns.”
“Why not?” his brother asked, clearly confused.
Enzo’s voice turned cold.
“Ask your son. He’ll tell you why.”
Twenty years ago, Enzo had been just a child—a bastard child, constantly bullied.
He and Justin were around the same age, but Justin would torment him constantly.
Enzo often went hungry, and one day, after not eating for an entire day, Justin tossed a pineapple bun to the ground, stomped on it, and forced Enzo to eat it.
Since that day, Enzo never touched a pineapple bun again.
Justin’s father, clueless to this memory, just nodded.
“Alright, I’ll ask Justin later.”
Just then, he dropped his car keys. As he bent down to pick them up, Alice panicked—afraid he’d see her.
She quickly grabbed Enzo’s suit jacket and threw it over her head, then instinctively pressed herself closer—her head now resting right between Enzo’s thighs.
Enzo’s breath hitched.
Did this woman even know what she was doing?
As Justin’s father leaned lower, he finally caught a glimpse of someone lying on Enzo’s lap. The jacket covered her head, making her face unrecognizable.
A knowing look flashed across his face.
“No wonder you didn’t want to open the door. So that’s what you were busy with…”
He gave Enzo a playful grin.
“Young man, I get it. I’ve been there too.”
But then a thought crossed his mind.
“Wait… I thought your legs were disabled. Are you even… functional down there?”
Enzo didn’t respond. He just smiled slightly, a rare, dark satisfaction bubbling in his chest.
He wanted to say it—to tell this man that his precious son’s fiancée was currently nestled between his legs.
But not yet.
Justin’s father and grandfather had driven Enzo’s mother to death. They were the reason he ended up in a wheelchair for years.
He would never let those bastards go unpunished.
Justin’s father let out an awkward laugh.
“Ah—sorry to intrude. You two can… carry on.”
The moment the door clicked shut, Alice scrambled out from under the table, her face as red as a tomato.
Just before she stood up, her eyes had accidentally landed on something she very much hadn’t meant to see—right at the base of Enzo’s thigh.
She shot him a furious look, cheeks blazing.
“You shameless p*****t!”
“First of all, I have a face—and a handsome one at that. Second, I don’t smell—I wear cologne every single day. And third, I’m not a p*****t. I simply had a very normal reaction… for a man, when a woman gets that close to him.”
Enzo said with a perfectly straight face.
To her own surprise, Alice actually thought… he kind of had a point.
Enzo, however, looked at her with a playful smile.
“Just now, you made me lose face in front of Justin’s father. He probably thinks I’m some kind of playboy now. I believe my reputation has been seriously damaged.”
He leaned in slightly.
“So, Alice… how are you planning to compensate me?”
Alice’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Compensate? You have the nerve to talk about compensation? I didn’t even ask you to compensate me!”
But Enzo remained unfazed.
A slow, dangerous smile curled at the corner of his lips, his gaze lazy and cunning like a cat’s.
He leaned in slightly, his voice husky and teasing.
“Then tell me… how should I compensate you?”
With a single finger, he tilted her chin up.
“Like this?”
This man—her fiancé’s uncle—was clearly playing a dangerous and twisted game.
Suddenly, Enzo grabbed her arm. Before she could react, he gave a sharp tug—
With a startled yelp, Alice fell right into his lap.
“What are you doing?!” she gasped, cheeks burning red. She tried to scramble off, but his arm locked firmly around her waist.
She froze.
That was when she noticed something strange—
Despite the rumors of his disability, the thighs beneath her weren’t weak or withered at all. On the contrary, they were firm, muscular… strong.
She looked up at him, stunned.
“Your legs…”
Enzo merely smiled, his voice low and laced with a seductive edge.
“What is it? Found out my little secret, future niece-in-law?”
“L-Let me go!”
Alice was flustered, struggling hard to get up. But the harder she fought, the tighter his grip became.
“I thought you wanted compensation?”
His breath brushed against her ear, voice like velvet laced with trouble.
“Sitting like this… doesn’t it feel more sincere?”
“You’re a shameless p*****t!” she snapped, face flushed, shoving at his chest.
But Enzo only grinned wider.
“You’re already sitting on me. Saying that now feels a little… contradictory, don’t you think, Alice?”
Her ears turned bright red. She pushed harder, trying to escape, but his strength didn’t waver.
“What do you want from me?!”
Enzo stared at her, emerald eyes dark and stormy.
“I don’t want anything.” His voice was calm, dangerously so.
“But a woman crawls into my lap… If I don’t react, wouldn’t that make me the rude one?”
“I was forced into it!” she gritted out.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“And when your face was buried between my legs earlier… were you forced to enjoy that too?”
“You—!” She was livid, trembling with rage and embarrassment.
But just as she was about to explode, Enzo leaned in and whispered, almost too softly—
“Don’t move. You’re making it hard for me to control myself.”
She froze.
Her mind went completely blank.
And Enzo… Enzo merely reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair from her face, his voice barely above a murmur.
“Be good. Stop struggling.”
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