Chapter 3 Kiss..

"Oh really?" Annoyance was clearly written all over his face. She humiliated him and even dared to compare his looks to others. Ethan was always used to having girls chase after him but this barmaid didn't even want to look at his face. The girl in front of him was looking so seductively hot, that he couldn't stop himself.

"I will have to make you care then," he lustfully placed his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to himself.

"What are you doing? Do you have any idea that I could put you behind bars for molestation?" She warned.

"Go on, call the police. No one would ever believe you, even if they did, there's nothing they would do to me. Go on shout for help," he threatened her shamelessly. The look in his eyes was couldn't be described. Agnes realized from his tone that he was no ordinary man, he wouldn't sound so confident if he didn't have many influence. "What is wrong? Why are you suddenly so quiet? Weren't you acting so fierce seconds ago?" Ethan asked, slowly moving his lips close to her ear.

"You are such a perve..."

Ethan couldn't wait for her to complete whatever statement she wanted to make, he hurriedly silenced her lips with a kiss, sorry a fierce kiss. He wanted to kiss her out of pure lust but his anger and arrogance didn't let him. He kissed her fiercely, he kissed her violently and mercilessly. There was no hint of passion. Agnes riggled her body in order to break herself lose from his grip and from his kiss but her struggle was all for nothing because her strength could never match his. Ethan probed his tongue deeper and deeper into her lips, his hands trailing the tip of her polo.

"Ethan where are you?" Clinton said, staggering towards the part where Ethan and Agnes were, disrupting whatever the two figures were doing.

"Stop there Clint, I'm coming," he didn't want Clinton to see him with her. He reached to Clint and took him out of the corridor to their seat.

They both walked out of the bar, after making payments for the drinks they drank..

Agnes's POV

"How could he kiss me in such a manner?"

"Who does he think he is?"

"I really need answers from him."

"Ethan Moore," I immediately recalled he mentioned his name to me. I rushed to my room, pulled out my drawer and brought out my laptop.

"Ethan Moore," I typed in his name.

"Rich and Handsome. One of the most eligible bachelors and the only heir to the Moore world empire." I read out in shock. The Moore World Empire was very popular, I had also heard about the handsome heir to the business but because of my lack of interest in social medias and print medias, I wasn't able to identify his face.

"Thank goodness I controlled myself last night, else he would have let me off the hook easily."

"I hope I never get to set my eyes on him and even if I did, I would make sure to avoid him at all costs," I muttered to myself.

Earlier on, the thoughts of him got me pissed but now thoughts of him got him worried.

Ethan's POV

I never planned on kissing her but those lips of her attracted me, I just couldn't help it. She had full, red lips and the way she pouted those lips last night, made it look more inviting.

I remembered Clinton's words concerning her body, "I wonder how she would look in one of those skimpy tight dresses."

I too really needed an answer to that question?

How full breast had pressed into my chest, when I pulled her in for a kiss. The jeans she wore did enough Justice to her backside, all I could imagine was her big bum under a skirt. I was stripping her naked in my head, what a pervert I was turning into. I stilled hated her for her rude behavior to me last night. An idea suddenly popped into my head, "now I know the best way to shatter her completely." I smiled to myself.

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"I have the woman that I would get married to, as per our plan," Ethan told Clinton over the phone in excitement. Mischief detectable in his voice.

"Where and when did you find this girl? Do I know her?"

"Yes you do know her."

"Are you being serious here? Your are using one of your ex girlfriends, right?" A hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Is there a problem with that?" Ethan asked, clearly planning on f*cking with his friend's head before spilling the bean to him.

"You fool, you were merciless to all your ex girlfriends, what if they use this opportunity to ruin your life?"

"Do I look like a care? Even if they wanted to ruin, they wouldn't dare."

"Ok. Suit yourself, I am hanging up," he wasn't ready to start a baseless argument with his best friend.

"Don't hang up yet, it's non of my ex girlfriends but the barmaid from last night," Ethan replied quickly, giving Clinton a reason not to hang up.

"Wow Ethan, you already bargained with her," Clinton jumped into conclusion.

"How and when did it happen?" Clinton was so impatient, he wanted to know how everything happened.

"It hasn't happened yet Clinton but it will happen very soon."

"What do you mean?" He was definitely confusing his best friend.

Ethan narratively told him all of his plan and how he intended on going about it.

"What is wrong with you? What has that poor thing done to you?" Clinton was feeling disgusted at his friend's behavior.

"You are asking me what she did. Stop with your preaching, you were with us yesterday, you saw how she directly insulted me."

"Can you hear yourself? You were the person that insulted her first. You do not expect everyone to fall at your feet." Clinton was trying his very best to make Ethan let that girl off his dirty plans.

"I do not care about your opinion. I will make her fall in love with me within six months time and once I have succeeded in doing that, I will propose marriage to her..." The evil smirk on his face showed how deep his revenge would go.

"After the marriage, you will love her too and then the both of you will love happily ever after," Clinton completed, not minding what his friend said.

"No, you are wrong my friend. After I have gotten the properties, I will break her heart by divorcing her," his plan was so ruthless.

"Ethan forget about that girl, she is just an ordinary barmaid," he pleaded.

"Why are you feeling so pitiful for that proud peacock? Or have you fallen in love with her already?" Ethan's looks and voice showed signs of mockery.

"Stop your rubbish talks, I have not fallen for anybody, that girl is just too innocent to be used."

"Innocent, you say? What makes you think she is innocent."

"You know I am saying the truth Ethan, the fact that she wasn't moved by your handsome looks proves it all. Any other girl would have swallowed your insults, just to get on your good side but that girl didn't. She's different from the rest and you know that."

"And this truth of yours is what really makes me angry. She didn't go after me like other girls," his voice was unsure.

"You are the same person that despised it when girls threw themselves at you, so why are you angry at her?" There was a mixture of confusion and surprise on Clinton's face.

"I Don't know why and I can't explain why I feel this way," his voice almost like a whisper.

"Do whatever you want to do but bear it in mind, your charms won't work on her. In the process your own heart may be broken and not hers," Clinton warned him. He wasn't aware that his words infuriated him the more.

"In the next six months she will be mine, wait and see for yourself," he wasn't going to back down.

"Then get ready to have a hard time," Clinton mocked him.

"It's useless talking with you now, I'll prove you wrong in six months, bye," Ethan angrily hung up.

"Beep, beep," a notification popped on his phone screen.

"We will see about that," he read out the message in confusion. He quickly checked for the sender. On seeing who it was he frowned his face.

It was only an idea moment ago but now it had turned to a challenge for him and Ethan was never the type to lose a challenge.

Ethan rushed into the bathroom, took his bath and freshened up. He dashed out immediately, hopped into his car and drove away. Minutes later, he appeared in front of the bar where his prey was. He boldly walked into the bar and was looking around, when his eyes locked with hers. Now the game has begun and there will be no going back.