Chapter 6 No.6

Tracey's POV

El Dorado was the trendiest club in town.

It was a place infested by billionaires, celebrities, influencers as well as gold diggers.

It was a perfect place where assoles like Jerry Fisher preying on girls.

"Miss Stewart! I haven't seen you for a really long time!" Jerry, a fat, greasy man with bulging eyes, greeted me.

"I'm glad to see you, Mr. Fisher," I said with a polite smile.

He waved his fat hands to drive away girls around him, like he was waving away flies on a pile of turds.

Some of the girls looked annoyed, sizing me up and down while walking away reluctantly.

Jerry's eyes moved all over my body and eventually fixated on my boobs.

I could tell that he was drunk.

He took out a wine glass and handed it to me, smirking, "My guilty pleasures include full-bodied red wine and full-bodied women."

He couldn't take his eyes off my boobs.

I suppressed my disgust and took the glass.

"Try it, Miss Stewart. It tastes like cum at first, but eventually you will love the taste of it," he grinned.

Not a very good sales pitch for a red wine. I thought to myself. But I really wanted him to sign the contract, so I had to play along.

I took a sip of the wine and put it aside.

It did taste like fucking cum.

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Fisher." I cleared my voice and said. "My father used to talk about you all the time. Now, my uncle is also..."

"Your father knew I'm an asshole and your uncle wants my money," Jerry handed me a lighter and said. "I know your uncle has a completely different way of doing things from your father. But I didn't expect him to send out his own niece as bait. I can tell that he must be so desperate right now."

Then, he leaned over, putting his fucking hands over my lap.

I immediately withdrew.

He looked vexed and stared at me like an angry beast.

I took out a contract from my purse and said, "Mr. Fisher, I came here today with this contract that you had agreed on with my uncle. If you could spare several minutes to go through it before you sign it..."

"I will go through it. But before that, I will have to go through you first!" He said before throwing himself at me.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" I struggled and tried to push this dreadful man away.

He pinned me hard against the table and unbuckled his pants, panting heavily and saying, "Be a good girl, will you? Do you know how much money your uncle owed me? Do you know what kind of agreement we had agreed on?"

I was shocked.

What? Did my uncle arrange this?! I couldn't believe what I had heard!

"There must be some misunderstanding, Mr. Fisher! Please stop doing this! I'm not..."

He roughly pulled off my skirt and said, "Not a hooker? Yes, I know. But you're not a virgin anymore, aren't you? A woman like you knows what you need to do to make a man like me happy. This is a tough line of business, Miss Stewart. If you want to get something, you have to work very hard to get it!"

In despair, I took hold of a champagne bottle and bashed it against Mr. Fisher's head.

It smashed into pieces and Jerry rolled down my body, covering his head and screaming -

"You fucking slut! You've hit my head and now it's bleeding!"

I saw the nasty cut on his forehead and I was horrified.

Blood came out of his wound like fucking fountain!

As I was panicking, the security guards pushed the door open and rushed in.

All of a sudden, everyone started shouting at me from all directions.

Among the chaos, I heard Jerry screaming, "Where's my phone?! Someone call 911 right now!"

And my mind went blank.

Just at that moment, everyone stops shouting altogether.

As I looked up, I saw a familiar tall, dark figure walking into the room.

Lucas Plarre?! What the fuck is he doing here?

"Everyone. Out." He said in a low, commanding voice.

All the security guards walked off immediately.

Jerry Fisher tried to join them, but Lucas said to him, "You stay."

Jerry immediately froze.

Lucas closed the door and took off his jacket while walking towards me.

I immediately stepped back but bumped against the wall behind my back.

"What... What the fuck are you...?"

He put his jacket on me. At that time, I realized that I was practically naked, wearing nothing but my undergarment.

I gave Jerry Fisher a dark look. That old fuck sure had a knack for peeling off clothes!

Lucas lifted my chin to force me to look at him.

Damn, he looked so hot and intense with his marvelous blue eyes staring at me like that.

"Tell me. What did he do to you?" He asked in his signature monotonic voice.

"It's none of your fucking business." I tried to look away.

"I'm asking you a question, woman." He grabbed my arm with force.

"Let go of me! I want nothing to do with you!" I tried to withdraw my arm.

Jerry Fisher swallowed a lump and asked in a low voice, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I go to the lavatory to wash the blood off my face, Sir...?"

Sir? Did he just call Lucas "Sir"?

Lucas said in a relentless voice, "No, you can't, Fisher. You stay put at where you are with your mouth shut, until I tell you to move and talk."

Jerry Fisher immediately stopped grumbling.

"Now, where were we?" Lucas looked at me and asked.

I saw a flame of anger burning in his eyes.

I felt so embarrassed.

Being half-naked and stuck with an old pervert in a fucking club like this.

I had never been more embarrassed in my life.

And Lucas was literally the last person I want to see now.

If my father was still alive, he would never allow someone like Jerry Fisher to step anywhere close to me.

If I had a husband...

Tears of grievance immediately circulated in my eyes.

Lucas noticed my mood swing and clenched his jaw.

He looked at Jerry Fisher and asked word by word, "What the fuck have you done to my wife?!"