Chapter 93

Gabriel

How are you so different from them? She interrupted me by asking. She wrenched a glass of rum from hand and quaffed it before ramming the glass down on the table. I'm done here. She said and turned to leave but she promptly halted and swiftly turned around facing me, her expression dreaded. She grabbed the rum bottle and drank from it. Her hands were shaking involuntarily that she spilled alcohol on herself. What's with this bitch? She took another mouthful of alcohol before sitting on my lap and pressed her lips on mine. I pried her off me and whirled her on the floor. She whimpered but in a flash she was on her knees clutching my legs. Run for your life woman because these cheap antics rile me up.

The music was now intense for our little incident to attract attention from people but a blue-haired muscular dude shadowed by others gave me a long glare. The blue-haired dude tittered when he looked down at the woman holding my legs. With a smug face he began ambling toward me