Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Don't cry later

Allen sees the woman staring directly at him, no longer implying, but clearly expressing her interest.

Wants a one-night stand with him?

He has seen many women come to him willingly, but never in this way. It's rather novel.

Moreover, the woman before him fell exactly into his aesthetic preference. If it were normal circumstances, maybe he'd be interested, just...

With a frown, Allen took a step back, appearing to dislike the alcohol smell on Kimberly, his tone low, "Move aside."

His blunt refusal didn't discourage Kimberly but instead made her more eager.

She took a step forward, boldly hooking her arm around the man's neck, her smile captivating. "If you don't want to go back, we can do it in the car."

"Allen, I want to have sex with you."

Hearing the woman call out his name, Allen's gaze grew more dangerous.

"Do you know me?"

"The head of the Snyder family, there's no one in California who doesn't recognize you, right?"

The man didn't speak, only staring at her with a complex look in his eyes.

Kimberly's hand moved onto his chest, her eyes blurred from the alcohol, "We're both adults, there's no need to hesitate for such a...ah..."

Her wrist was suddenly caught in a tight grip by the man, causing Kimberly to cry out in pain, her misty eyes filled with hurt.

This man didn't know how to cherish a woman at all.

"Since you know me, you should know that I'm not someone you can provoke."

Allen threw down these words, casually opened the car door, and settled himself in the driver's seat.

Just as he prepared to start the car, he suddenly heard the sound of the car door closing and subconsciously turned his head. He saw a woman slipping into the co-driver's seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other pinching the woman's petite chin, he spoke in a low tone, "Which family's daughter dares to provoke me?"

Mature men inherently have a sense of authority, his domineering aura was particularly prominent, especially when maintaining a stern face.

For others, they would have long been cowered into silence.

But Kimberly was currently under the influence of alcohol. She gave a glance at his abdomen and provocatively said, "Everyone says the head of the Snyder family is the best at comforting women, but now it seems that you're all talk, how misleading are the rumours."

What men hate most is being proclaimed as incapable.

Kimberly's few words ignited the fire in the man.

Allen's lips curled up, a dangerous smile spilling over, "Fine, don't cry later."

The man released his hand, and the black Bentley took off in one direction, causing Kimberly to grip the car door handle tightly.

What should I do? It seems I have bitten off more than I can chew!

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of an apartment building.

Allen, with quick movements, led Kimberly straight up to his apartment. Just as Kimberly was dumped on the bed, she bolted up and rushed into the bathroom to throw up until she had nothing left.

Only after the bathroom fell silent, did Allen walk in with a warm towel, throwing it to her with evident disdain on his face.

"Clean yourself up."

"Help me a bit..."

Kimberly shook her head, feeling light on her feet.

Just as the man was about to speak, Kimberly's body precariously tipped over.

Is that all you're capable of?

She lay limply in his arms, her fair skin glowing softly under the light, looking exceptionally tempting.

Allen's Adam's apple moved, and the desire he had just managed to suppress flamed up unexpectedly. He held the woman by the waist and set her on the bed. As soon as he did, she turned over, clinging to the blanket, and fell fast asleep.

Allen, "..."

His recently ignited passion was like a bucket of cold water was poured on it, extinguishing it instantly.

He stood by the bed, silently tugging at the corner of his mouth when his suit-pocketed mobile phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and checked the caller's display before calmly sliding the answer key.

"Bro, have you arrived yet?"The caller asked.

"Soon."

Allen glanced at the woman sleeping sweetly on the bed, paused for a moment, and then stepped out of the bedroom.

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The following morning.

Kimberly woke up, massaging her head.

After opening her eyes and seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, she was taken aback for a while before she remembered what had happened last night.

She quickly looked down to check her clothes, seeing that everything was tidy and nothing amiss, she let out a sigh of relief.

Had Allen brought her here?

As Kimberly got up and observed her surroundings, even after having a complete tour of the apartment, she found no trace of the man.

Had he left after dropping her off?

The head of the Snyder family seemed somewhat different from the rumours.

After Kimberly had a quick freshen-up, she remembered to check her phone. Countless missed calls and numerous messages, all from Scott Robinson.

Just as she was about to lock the screen, a new message popped up. Again, from Scott.

[Kimberly, where on earth are you?]

With a mocking laugh, Kimberly slipped her phone into her pocket and left the apartment.