Chapter 31 The Allure of a Scorned Woman
Chapter 31 The Allure of a Scorned Woman
I lingered in the shadows for several minutes, fighting to steady my anger and plot my attack. Then, the target delivered herself right into my hands.
The woman emerged from the house again, all dolled up. Dressed in a tight, low-cut miniskirt and high heels, she swayed her hips with an effortless, hypnotic rhythm. It wasn't calculated allure; it was a raw, innate femininity engraved deep into her soul. As she headed down the sidewalk, the rhythmic click-clack of her heels cut through the night air, and I melted into the darkness behind her.
Where are you going, bitch? I thought, keeping my distance. She wouldn’t get far in those shoes. It was the perfect opportunity to grab her and extract some answers.
But my momentum stalled as she turned onto a bright boulevard. I scanned the street for witnesses; a steady stream of headlights swept past. Shit. Too open. Not safe to do it here.
She came to an abrupt halt, looking around from the sidewalk as if waiting for something. Then she pulled out her phone, looking like she was sending a text.
After a minute, the chime of an incoming message sounded. Fumbling impatiently with the phone, she read it. "What do you mean, take the train?" she yelled, her thumbs flying angrily across the buttons. "Dumbass! Just send a car! Are you stupid? I'm in heels! Ugh!"
Lifting the phone to her ear, she cast a frustrated glance down the empty pavement. Even from my hiding spot, I could hear the rapid, mocking buzz of a busy signal leaking from the receiver.
He wasn't answering.
She threw her phone onto the ground, shattering it. "Damn it! Since that stupid midget arrived, that's all you care about!" Furious, she stomped on the broken pieces with her high heels. "What does that bitch have that I don't?!"
My eyes widened at what she was saying.
She began pacing like a caged animal. "I'll get back at you for this. I'll find another man—just you watch! Two can play that game!"
A sudden strategy formed in my mind.
I waited a beat, then emerged from the shadows. My hand remained buried in my pocket, fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of my knife. It was a gamble. I wasn’t handsome, and there was always the risk she might recognize my face. Still, I had already stripped away my mask and glasses, leaving only the shadow of my hoodie and cap to frame my features.
"Easy there, honey," I called out smoothly. "Don't break a nail."
She spun around.
I stepped into her personal space, leaning down to her height while keeping my chin raised. I gave her an unhinged, feral smile—an expression that had always intimidated people.
For a split second, genuine fear flickered across her features. Yet, against all odds, her composure held. "Don't bother me," she said coldly. "I'm not in the mood."
"Oh? And what are you in the mood for?" I murmured, holding her gaze. "I was just heading downtown for a drink. Come with me."
Her eyes narrowed into a hard, venomous glare.
"Or what? Will your boyfriend get mad?" I taunted with a sly smirk. Not waiting for an answer, I turned my shoulder to her. "Well, suit yourself."
I strolled to the curb and flagged down a passing cab, slipping into the back seat and pulling the door shut. Just as I leaned forward to give the driver an address, the door clicked open again. She slid onto the seat beside me, bringing a heavy wave of perfume and sharp tension into the confined space.
I kept my eyes fixed forward, entirely ignoring her arrival. "Just take me downtown, old man," I ordered.
The driver gave a quiet nod in the rearview mirror and merged into the passing traffic. Leaning my head back against the headrest, I finally cast a slow, sideways glance at my unexpected companion.
"Oh, hello," I murmured with mock surprise. "What are you doing here?"
She was staring daggers at me, her arms tightly crossed over her chest—a posture that involuntarily squeezed her large breasts together, putting her deep cleavage on full display.
"Nice rack," I remarked without a shred of shame, already licking my lips in anticipation.
"I hope you're packing a huge cock to back up that mouth, at least," she shot back.
Her raw, unfiltered aggression caught me off guard, nearly cracking my intimidating facade. I gave a raspy chuckle. “Damn, girl. Not even the women in the red-light district are as hungry as you.” Then I answered her challenge flatly. “I have what I have.”
I didn't blink. I locked onto her eyes, letting my standard street-level aggression sink into something much colder. In that split second, I recalled every piece of brutal, unfair bullshit I'd survived—letting that raw, unhinged malice bleed directly into my gaze. I gestured toward the curb. "The door is right there. Leave if you want."
She tried to hold the stare-down, attempting to match my intensity, but she couldn't break through the wall of genuine darkness. Her composure cracked; she looked away, a sudden tremor of hesitation visible in her jaw.
She was scared.
After a slow, heavy silence, the cab finally braked to a halt. "We've arrived, sir, miss," the driver announced, pulling up on the side of the road.
I peeled off a couple of yen notes, tossed them over the seat, and stepped out into the night. The glow of neon street signs bled across my face. I didn't look back to see if she was getting out. I just shoved my hands into my pockets and walked toward the glowing sign of a nearby bar like I owned the street, entirely unbothered by what she did next.
Either she follows me inside, or she walks away and I tail her to a secluded spot. Either way, she's mine.
Before I could reach the door, an arm hooked tightly through mine from the side, anchoring me with the unmistakable, heavy warmth of her breasts pressing against my bicep. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across my face.
My free hand rose to her face, lifting her chin as though I were about to kiss her. I remembered how that prostitute had left me hanging last time.
This time, I would be the one doing it.
Just before our lips touched, I stopped. Instead, I slid my tongue out, leaving it only a few centimeters from her mouth. She understood immediately and extended her own to meet mine halfway. Our tongues danced together in the open air, a glistening bead of saliva sliding onto her lower lip.
My cock was already rock hard beneath my clothes. As her body pressed tight against mine, she felt the rigid response and her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement.
"Let's go to a more private place," she purred against my lips.