Villain Ch 318. A Hunter Should Catch His Prey
The night progressed. Allen and Vivian returned to their table. Due to the loud voice, their eyes were now irresistibly drawn to the next table where Sophia and Elio sat.
Vivian's lips curled into a smug smile as she observed Sophia's behavior, her judgmental gaze fixed on Sophia. "It seems your ex is broke," she commented with a shake of her head, relishing the opportunity to witness Sophia's apparent downfall.
Meanwhile, Sophia's demeanor had undergone a transformation as the alcohol coursed through her veins, unleashing a boldness she hadn't displayed before.
She drew Elio closer to her, her inhibitions seemingly cast aside as she kissed him passionately, her touch lingering on his body. It was a bold display, a mirror of the actions she had hoped Allen would take toward her. In her state of intoxication, Sophia was embracing the reckless pursuit of pleasure, seeking to provoke a reaction from the man who had captured her heart.
Elio, though flattered by her affection, couldn't help but feel uneasy about the situation. Her actions were starting to test the boundaries of their relationship. He gently reminded her to keep her composure, to not let her emotions get the better of her.
Allen's eyes flickered with amusement as he glanced at Vivian, who had playfully accused him of being the villain in Sophia's narrative. "Don't blame me for it," he retorted with a hint of mischief in his voice. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you making me sound like the bad guy?" he teased, taking a nonchalant sip of his drink.
"Doesn't she indeed think you're the bad guy?" Vivian responded with a teasing smile, her fingers lightly grazing his arm as she traced a path up to his wrist. In a seductive display, she plucked the glass from his hand and brought it to her lips, taking a sip of the wine directly from his glass. Her eyes locked with his in a challenge, the playful dance of their interaction evident to anyone who cared to notice.
For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the electric connection between them. Allen couldn't resist the allure of her gaze and leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. "Don't play something you can't handle, Vivian," he whispered, his voice laced with a warning that only served to heighten the tension. "Cause the next time you run away, I will catch you," he added with a smug smile, hinting at the thrill of the chase that awaited them.
Vivian's smirk widened, her words dripping with a tantalizing invitation. "Then you should catch me next time," she purred, her voice carrying the promise of thrilling pursuits. "A hunter should catch his prey after all," she added, her gaze never wavering from Allen's.
For a moment, Allen was taken aback by her audacity, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. But that surprise quickly gave way to a wicked grin as he accepted the challenge before him. A low, throaty chuckle rumbled from deep within him, stoking the flames of an unbridled fire.
With Vivian, it was different from anything he had experienced before. She touched a darker side of him, igniting a desire for the thrill of the hunt. It was a contrast to the tenderness he had once felt with Jane, a vulnerability he had kept hidden from others. But with Vivian, it was as if a dormant beast within him had been awakened, craving the wild abandon of a forbidden adventure.
"Don't blame me then," he hissed, his voice a tantalizing whisper that sent shivers down Vivian's spine. "Like I said before, I like to play rough." He couldn't deny the primal urges that stirred within him when he was with her, the unyielding desire to embrace the untamed depths of his being.
Vivian's seductive smile lingered in the air as she prepared to respond to Allen's challenge. However, their intimate moment was abruptly shattered by a loud noise emanating from Sophia's table, diverting their attention.
Turning their gazes toward Sophia's table, they were met with a scene that revealed the depth of Sophia's tumultuous emotions. She laughed with a flushed face, her laughter ringing through the air like a siren's call. The effect of the alcohol was evident in her swaying body, a testament to her state of intoxication.
Elio pulled her close in an attempt to rein in her reckless indulgence. He urged her to stop drinking, knowing she was already beyond her limit. But Sophia's inhibitions were drowned in a sea of alcohol, and she responded to his pleas with a passionate kiss and a teasing smile.
"One more glass," she playfully insisted, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance, as she turned to the servant and requested another drink. But Elio, determined to protect her from herself, intercepted the drink, unwilling to let her spiral further into the night's chaos.
Sophia's laughter cascaded like a cascade of starlight, and in her intoxicated state, she adamantly refused to heed Elio's warnings. With a glint of mischief in her eyes, she insisted she was not drunk, an assertion that was evident only to her clouded mind.
Vivian couldn't help but cringe at the audacity of Sophia's actions. "Drunk when she was just accepted as permanent staff? The audacity..." she muttered.
Allen found amusement in Vivian's reaction. He chuckled softly, a trace of nostalgia lingering in his gaze. "Well, she's actually not a drinker," he revealed, earning a surprised look from Vivian.
"But she drank a lot," Vivian countered, her curiosity piqued.
"I know," he replied with a hint of knowing. "She usually drinks just to get someone's attention," he stated matter-of-factly.
"Has this ever happened before?" she inquired, her gaze fixed on Allen.
Allen's response was a subtle nod, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he posed a challenge to Vivian. "Guess who she was trying to attract?" he teased, knowing that Sophia's intentions were far more complex than they appeared on the surface.
Vivian's lips curled into a mischievous smile, her mind racing with possibilities. "A bad guy?" she ventured, her eyes locking with Allen's in a playful challenge.
The corner of Allen's mouth twitched in amusement. "Um-hum," he confirmed with a knowing glint in his eyes, indicating that Vivian was on the right track.
Curiosity danced in Vivian's eyes as she made another guess, trying to piece together the puzzle of Sophia's intentions. "A drinker?" she ventured, her mind racing with possibilities.
Allen's response was a subtle nod, and he took a sip of his wine, as if the memories stirred by Vivian's question were bittersweet.
Vivian's next guess drew a frown from Allen, and he nearly spilled his drink in surprise. "Her last ex (David)?" she speculated.
The question elicited a hearty laugh from Allen.
"Who?" Vivian whined.
"It was me," Allen finally admitted, his gaze meeting Vivian's with an air of vulnerability. "I was a bad boy and fought a lot, but I never got caught. My criminal record is clean. I could drink a lot without getting drunk, and she tried to capture my attention with it. And she succeeded," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of remorse.
"You didn't look like that in the photo," Vivian exclaimed, her shock evident in her tone. She couldn't help but compare the image of the sweet, refined Allen she had seen in photographs to the man sitting before her, exuding an air of enigma and danger that seemed worlds apart from the innocent facade he once portrayed.
Allen merely chuckled at her reaction, seemingly amused by the contrast between his past and present personas. "Now you know why the police never catch me," he remarked casually, his gaze holding a glimmer of mischief. "Don't let the face and appearance deceive you," he added, as if hinting that there was much more to him than met the eye.
"Thank you for the party, Mr. Bell. We need to go now," Elio's voice rang with a hint of concern out of sudden. His eyes were fixed on Sophia, who appeared completely wasted and vulnerable in his arms.
Vivian and Allen turned in the direction of the voice, their gazes locking onto the sight of Elio carrying Sophia, his arms wrapped protectively around her. The once confident and audacious woman was now a mere shadow of herself, her inhibitions drowned in a sea of alcohol.
"Be careful, okay?" Mr. Bell's voice held a note of genuine concern as he bid them farewell.
Elio nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze reflecting his determination to ensure Sophia's safety. As a sign of their goodbye, he shot a displeased look at Allen, holding him responsible for Sophia's reckless behavior. But Allen met his disapproval with a mocking smirk, refusing to be affected by Elio's silent accusation.
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