For Better, For Worse: The Serpent's Contract Wife

Chapter 131: Becoming Scarlet [2]

I took the initiative to get off the stage, making sure I didn’t rush my steps. But that resulted in hot gazes pinned on my ass like it was the map of the world.

Just keep moving, Ana!

I successfully made it to the table and sat on it.

Mr. Cooper’s eyes instantly dropped to my thighs before looking up to me, desire swirling in them that made my skin crawl.

I expected him to be older, maybe with white hair and a few wrinkles, but he wasn’t. If anything, he still had a touch of boyish charm.

"Hi..." he said with a broad smirk that showed his teeth.

"Hi."

I don’t know what to say after that. All I had on my mind was getting the fuck out of here because the stares were becoming intense.

I need to get him to the vip room.

"You must be Scarlet," he said, amused.

"What gave it away?" I asked, doing my hardest to sound interested.

"The hair and the fact that you came to me."

I was puzzled by his words, but his next statement quickly got me distracted.

"You’re new here. I’d be sure to recognize that face from a mile away," he said, looking around. "You have quite the fan base already."

I could feel their eyes puncturing me, but that was the least of my problems.

"I don’t care about that," I said.

"Really?"

"You have been watching me. That’s only what I care about. What’s your name?"

"You can call me Andy," he murmured. "You have beautiful hair, too."

"I take it you like redheads."

"As a matter of fact, I do."

He was so easy to read, unlike Zade, who kept most of his emotions blank and left you pondering half the time.

I paused at that thought... how easily Zade winds up on my mind made me a little bit shaken.

"Tell me, Scarlet, are you gonna keep me waiting?"

I forced a smile. "Waiting?"

"It’s a bit crowded around here, don’t you think?"

I cleared my throat. "I know somewhere private."

Here I thought it was gonna be difficult to get him alone. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this seemed too easy.

I was also bugged when he said ’I came to him’, almost as if he was expecting me or something.

Andy picked up his briefcase and followed me. I led him out, but along the way, I felt a shiver up my spine along with the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert.

"Something wrong?"

I snapped my gaze to Andy, realizing I had been searching for the source of that feeling.

"Yes," I replied stiffly as I resumed my walk.

We got to the private room down the hall, and I closed the door behind me.

I eyed the drink on the glass table.

"Drink?" I was already walking toward it and pouring whiskey into the rocks glass.

Andy sat on the leather sofa. "Start stripping."

I froze, thinking I had heard wrong. "Excuse me?"

He loosened his tie and began undoing his belt. "What are you waiting for?"

"I think you’re confused," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible,

"Confused? Didn’t Candy tell you?"

"That I’m gonna serve you a drink?" I gritted out, pushing it to him so that he got the hint that I wasn’t here for anything else.

He laughed. "I always love the innocent-looking ones. Look beautiful, I paid Candy a few days ago for you."

Paid?

"What do you mean?"

"It means I have you for the rest of the day. Now I want you naked and riding my—"

I smashed the decanter against his head. Gasping, I backed away, startled by my action.

Oh my God! Did I kill him?

I came closer, fear bordering my mind as I put a finger under his nose. He’s still breathing.

A breath of relief escaped me but the next second I was raging. What was that about? He said I was already paid for.

Is this Shane doing? It had to be! That son of a—!

I growled, pacing. So this was his plan? Get me to fuck Andy and get the flash drive?

Bastard!

I eyed the briefcase and then unconscious Andy. At least he had a drink, right?

I grabbed the leather briefcase and rummaged through it, pulling out document after document until I finally found the flash drive.

I set it aside before going through the documents one by one. I couldn’t tell much from the brief look I’d gotten, but it seemed to be related to an important investment. Which meant this flash drive likely contained confidential information about it.

If Shane got his hands on this, he’d be one step closer to bringing down Zade. It appeared that he was gonna start with his company, and from my viewpoint, that seemed like a well-thought-out plan.

Gulping, I put the documents back into the briefcase and left the room.

I made my way to the VIP room Shane was in. But halfway through, my steps slowed down until I was dragging my feet. The heels felt too heavy, or maybe my legs were.

Resting my palm on the wall, I stopped descending my gaze to the flash drive in my hand. My eyebrow furrowed as I shook my head.

I-I can’t.

Inhaling sharply, I turned to leave. I didn’t know where I was going or what the fuck I was doing anymore. All I knew was that I couldn’t let Shane have this flash drive.

I can’t go through with this!

If this were a means to destroy Zade, then I’d rather destroy this flash drive or bury it somewhere that bastard would never find it!

Hearing movement, I spun toward the sound, but before I could react, someone grabbed me, a hand clamped over my mouth to keep me from screaming.

I fought as hard as I could, but whoever had grabbed me was incredibly strong.

When the door slammed shut, I glanced toward Andy’s unconscious form and realized that I’d been dragged back to the room.

I sank my teeth into the hand covering my mouth and seized the opportunity to break free. Pulling out my switchblade, I spun to attack, only to freeze.

"Is that any way to greet your husband?"

Z-Zade!

Smirking, he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked at the bite mark.

"I’m wounded, little kitten."