Chapter 3 Break His Head

We walked into the men's room, and as I stepped in, all the drunk people turned their attention my way. Seeking payback, I whistled and looked skeptically at Richard's lower part. "They're larger than yours."

Richard's expression turned sour. The frustration I had been feeling began to fade. He saw me as nothing more than a prostitute, and I saw him as no better.

"Leave now!" Richard roared. The other men quickly left, not wanting any part of our dispute. Soon, it was just Richard and me in the large bathroom.

"Richard, what in the world are you aiming to do?" In the presence of the muscular guy, I appeared less sturdy. I grew slightly cautious and discreetly snatched a white porcelain vase, concealing it behind my back.

Richard's forehead veins pulsed, and his words emerged through clenched teeth. "Did you regard me as a gigolo?"

"Of course." The vase I held boosted my confidence. I stared at him icily and remarked, "Your services don't come cheap. I've already paid a year's worth of commissions."

"You're aware of how you landed that legal advisor role!" Richard said through clenched teeth. "I did it for the company's benefit!"

"Sure thing, I'm aware. I earned it with my skills!" Unintentionally, my words carried a hint of bitterness. "No need to mention it. You only needed me to clear the path for your new woman. I've vanished without a word. What else do you want?"

"Elin Lloyd!" Richard reached his hand out, ready to choke me. I hastily seized the vase, ready to give him a good knock on the head. But his hand slipped down from my neck and rested on my shoulder. "I truly..."

He lowered his voice and muttered something unclear.

"What did you say?" I tried to clarify, but he caught me off guard with a kiss.

His lips felt velvety, yet scorching, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body. I tried to turn away from him, but he held me firmly. With his hand at the back of my head, he compelled me into a kiss.

I resisted, keeping my lips sealed. He bit my lip hard, and I tasted blood as it trickled from my lip.

I mumbled in frustration, "Richard, you're acting like a dog!"

But he didn't stop. His tongue lingered on my lip, a mix of numbing and stinging sensations where I was hurt.

I was powerless to stop him, so I remained motionless, allowing him to do as he pleased.

Observing my resistance fade, Richard subtly shifted his stance and extended his arms, enveloping me in an embrace. Then, he tenderly brushed the tip of his tongue against my lip to alleviate my discomfort.

He kissed me very seriously. We were so close to each other. His eyelashes looked like two small black wings, trembling slightly.

My energy dwindled steadily, and I found myself resting against his chest.

His affectionate kiss was so intense that I almost forgot we were in the bathroom and the events of that afternoon. My legs went feeble and I nearly blurted out, "I love you."

Luckily, Caroline and Bella caught up with us just in time and knocked on the door. "Mr. Harvey? Elin?"

I finally snapped back to reality. Richard was a wealthy and good-looking guy, and I was a woman he could ask for with the snap of his fingers. His love was exclusive to himself, with no room for anyone else.

Indeed, his seriousness stemmed from my rejection, which had reignited his desire to win me over again.

It was indeed foolish of me to harbor emotions for him.

I shut my eyes and brought down the white porcelain vase on his head with a forceful strike.

The vase shattered into fragments, and Richard finally released his grip on me.

When I blinked my eyes open, he was staring with intensity. The spot on his head where the vase struck was bleeding, and the blood trickled down his ear, seeping into his hair and staining his shirt crimson in a swift rush.

My heart continued to throb with pain, even though I was reluctant to acknowledge it. I didn't want him to see through me, so I averted my gaze and remarked, "I'm heading home. Have a good time."

I spun around, ready to depart, but in the next instant, Richard pinned me down even more forcefully.

He glared at me with a fierce expression, his lips tracing a path from my mouth to the artery behind my ear. Simultaneously, his hand slipped under my skirt.