Chapter 2: Screamed Trouble
’Is she seeking death?’
The man in black, named Tyrone, thought as he annoyingly removed the veil that the vixen threw at his face. He could smell her sweet scent on it, which made him shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was one of Mr. Devon’s bodyguards disguised as a guest to enter the club using his employer’s membership.
His eyebrows snapped. It was his first day of work with this man, and he could already smell trouble coming soon. The moment this woman set foot on the stage, he could tell that she was targeting Mr. Devon. His suspicion was only further confirmed when she was staring only at Mr. Devon throughout her entire performance.
The woman had the most perfect almond-shaped eyes, and she was so dangerously beautiful that every man in the room was drooling over her beauty and wild aura. She looked like a vixen hunting for her prey... who just so happened to be Mr. Devon.
Tyrone watched her every action, frowning in disapproval when he noticed that she suddenly shifted her attention and began headed toward his direction. He cursed his luck and readied himself to get up from his seat if she were to come near him. But before he even had the chance to move from his place, the woman sat on his lap.
Her vibrant hazel eyes preyed on him, sending shivers down his spine. Though he was a man and was burning with desire for her, he maintained his stoic expression without letting her know of his internal struggle.
"Where did you plan on going, darling?" Raine asked with a suggestive smile, touching the man’s chin to ensure they faced each other.
Tyron remained still in his seat. He felt something compelling him to stare back at her without blinking.
He could hear the crowd swear at him, envious that the woman they all wanted chose to sit on his lap instead of theirs. The vixen leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Can I have my veil back, please? I need it for my performance, darling."