Chapter 4 He's Rich

Nina's POV

He leaned closer to my face.

"No one has ever cared to say 'NO' to me and you'll not be the first person. I always get what I want–– " he couldn't finish what he said as he was interrupted by someone.

I couldn't see his face yet because he wore a cap. He went in between the two of us and I used the opportunity to release myself from the stranger's grip.

"You heard the girl, I believe she already said she's not a whore like your wife. Stay away from her and you'll have nothing to worry about." The person who stepped in said and removed his cap.

He looked at me before turning back to the man and I was surprised to see Kaden. How did he find me here? Had he been following me?

"Mind your fucking business, this girl is a whore and it's her business. She's going home with me and I don't care what you think."

He tried to reach for my hand again but Kaden grabbed his right hand and twisted it on his back making him cry out loudly..

"Stay away from her and get that mentality off your head that every woman who visits the club is a prostitute."

"Fuck you, idiot." The man snapped.

"I don't want to ever see you around her again and if you act stubborn, I'll break your left hand and distribute the pieces to the animals in the zoo for breakfast." Kaden warned him.

The man winced in pain and everyone turned to look at us.

"Let him go," I whispered to Kaden.

I definitely didn't want to cause a scene at the club.

Kaden scoffed. "And why should I do that? I can't possibly let this idiot go scot-free, he might try this with other girls. He's a pervert and he should be in jail."

Now, he was in his disobedient mode. Why couldn't he just listen?

"I wish you were a robot, I'll just program you and teach you how to follow orders. Just let him go," I told him and turned to everyone to apologise. "I'm sorry but the show has ended, you can all continue dancing with your partners and continue oppressing the singles community." I added, hilariously but not a single soul laughed..

With that, I went back to the bar and sat down. Ordering a beer, I felt tired and lonely.

As I took the third shot, the heat started to run down my throat and then to my chest.

I took the bottle and drank it in one big gulp. I definitely knew I was going to be sick. Not now, not right away, but sometime before the night was over, and there was nothing I could do about it. The inevitability of it depressed me. I shouldn't have had that last shot of beer.

"You should quit drinking, it doesn't look good on you." I heard a familiar male voice behind me and I couldn't even decode the voice.

I didn't know who was talking to me. I was too drunk to recognize his voice.. I was already tipsy but I managed to stand up. "Come here, I'll pour you a drink." I offered.

"I'm not interested," He answered.

As I tried to walk, I staggered and held a stool for support. "Hey, I'll help you home. You're drunk."

"No, I'll go home by myself." I snapped, rudely and tried to walk towards the door.

I wasn't even seeing where I was going. My vision was almost blurred and I could only see human figures but not clearly.

Trying hard not to fall, I stumbled over something and fell to the floor. I passed out almost immediately.

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My head really hurt as I woke up in the morning and sat up on the bed. Trying to make my eyes a little bright, I noticed that the room was not familiar.

Wait, it was definitely a mind game.

And this was not happening.

OMG, I was not in my room. The last thing I could remember was passing out and I don't know who brought me here.

I just hope I didn't sleep with him. I removed the sheets and noticed that I was only wearing a shirt and a small pair of pants. Who removed my trousers?

Staring at the bed in shock, I felt my heart skip a beat. I could only remember that I was drunk and I passed out.

Getting up from the bed, I quickly wore my jeans trousers and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I felt sick and different and I just hoped that nothing happened between me and the stranger who helped me.

Wait, what if he was a killer or a psycho killer or a pervert?

And it was definitely not my bodyguard because he wasn't even rich. Staring at the room, the expensive gadgets seem to surprise me. I checked the price tag on one of the lamps and the price made me feel the person was even richer than me.

My heart skyrocketed this time around and a different type of fear was dominating me. Why was I half-naked in a man's room? Who gave him the permission to bring me to his house?

And what if it was my dad's enemies who wanted to kill me before? I needed to do something really quick before I become wasted like a forgotten piece of trash.

Picking up a stick, I held it firmly and slowly pushed the door open and walked out of the room. I couldn't hear any footsteps in the parlor and I hesitated for a while.

I had to be ready for anything that might disrupt me. I just had to be ready for anything that might make me scared. Oh no, God, please let me escape this, I'll never go back to that crazy bar again.

I tiptoed down the stairs like a predator looking for his prey. But this was certainly not right, why would he save me and bring me to his house?

Who would do that?

This is really annoying and the most annoying fact was that I didn't even know if we did anything in the night. I was too drunk to remember, I do remember him....

No, I was wrong. I couldn't remember anything, I just hoped nothing happened.

There was no one in the parlor and I heard a noise from the kitchen. Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, I pushed the door open and found a man rinsing a pan.

I couldn't see his face but he definitely looked like someone who might harm me. Could he be rinsing the fry pan so he could use it to hit me?

Before he could turn, I threw the stick at him in fear and it hit his face.

He turned back and chuckled softly and the realization dawned on me as I saw his face clearly. "You?" I screamed in fright.