Chapter Three

“Mind if I join you?” 

A sluttish-looking lady clad in just a deep V-neck bralette and a way too-revealing denim shorts proposed seductively to Alexander, and before he could decline, she had already sat down on the counter stool beside him.

Alexander took a glance at this woman, but only sighed as disappointment crept through his face.

He tilts his head to the side and mumbles under his breath, “oh God, not now,” and afterward, he took a sip of his drink completely ignoring her.

That night; after Ava had ruined his day, Alexander decided to visit the club to cool off.

So much shit going through his mind now, and he needed to think deeply, or else, the whole situation might turn against him.

He knew he should be thinking of business and not some little woman who had solely made up her mind to always ruin his day, unfortunately, he just can't help it.

At this time, he wasn't welcoming any form of pleasure at all. But the moment the lady sat beside him without minding his approval, he realized that coming to the club to think was a terrible idea from the start.

“It's been a while.” The woman spoke up with, 'the seductive voice,' pouting her lips and pushing her breasts at him in a way he could see all the way down the front of her dress.

She wasn't welcomed, and if by chance she was having some dirty thoughts, then she should wave them aside.

She leaned forward to caress his arm seductively, probably, to get his attention, but Alexander restricted and said in one breath; rather uninterested in her approach.

“Felicia, I'm married. I think you should back off now.”

He wasn't ready for some chit-chat with this woman, so hitting the nail on the head was the next thing he opted for. 

Probably, she could back off the moment she realizes that he was now a married man and there was no chance for her anymore. No, getting rid of her wouldn't be as easy as telling her he was now a married man. Felicia was like an open book when it comes to what she wanted from him. He also knew how desperately she had always wanted to be his. To always have him in her arms whenever she wished and claim all the benefits that follow suit if only she could bear his last name. But he highly doubts if she was in love with him or was just obsessed the same way Ava was. Fucking hell! Why was everything reminding him of Ava?

Felicia bat her lashes in astonishment and asked completely blown off.

“Married? You've got to be kidding me. When did you get marrie…”

“Seven days ago.” He cut her off to stop her rambling and then caressed his forehead with his palm before continuing to speak. 

“Felicia, I am not in the mood to have a conversation with you right now. Can you just let me be?”

“Oh, now you're ignoring me because you've got some new bitch? You fucked around with me, and you think I can just let you go… because you're married? First of all, I still don't believe you're married, but if truly you are, then I don't care. We can still be friends, right?”

For a hundred times, Alexander sighed and rolled his eyes. Don't get it wrong, she meant, 'friends with benefits,' and he knew he wasn't doing that shit anymore.

“Am married: we can't be friends anymore, and besides we both were just having fun back then.”

The lady scoffed and replied with a knitted brow, “Fun? Do you call that fun? I did all those shit because I was in love with you.”

For the first time since she sat close to him did he turn to take a proper look at her. Love? Could this be coming from her too? As far as he was concerned, Felicia had no idea of what love was.

He raised a brow and the only thing that could come out of his mouth was, “What?” Even though he badly wanted to ask her if she knew what love was.

Without hesitation, the lady replied almost immediately, “you heard that right. I have always been in love with you. Yes, we did have fun, but I was doing it all for your sake because I knew you needed me the same way I needed you.” She said reaching for his arms.

“I think I should make something clear. Because I had sex with you doesn't mean I was in love with you. And besides, you threw yourself at me; I never said I needed you.”

Felicia's face turned crimson from bashfulness. She grabbed Alexander's drink and took it all in at one gulp, and before she could say a word, Alexander interrupted her. 

“That's my drink. You should order yours and don't drink mine.”

“You have issues with that now? We've kissed before. What difference does that make?”

He needs to be reminded of how he met this bitch. 

He knew his past life was indeed reckless, but he had never imagined that a bitch from his past wouldn't know of her limit even after he gets married.

“Don't you think it is too early to start flirting with other girls? You're a married man, remember?”

This familiar voice spoke from behind them with sarcasm dripping out from his tone. Alexander rolled his eyes cause of how sickening the voice sounded to him.

Talk of the devil: John Robert.

“I think you should back off. My girlfriend is his wife. I won't let him cheat on her.” He said to the lady so boastfully with a pure note of mockery in his tone.

Alexander's fist rolled up in a ball when he heard him refer to Ava as his, “girlfriend.” 

He knew the dude was only trying to get on his nerves but, indeed, he was already pissing him off with his presence.

“Scumbags.” The lady cussed under her breath and stormed out of their presence.

“Damn bro, that lady is hot as hell. You should have given her some attention, you know.” John said, and sat down on the counter stool the lady had earlier sat on.

One minute, he is talking about him flirting with other girls, and the other minute, he is talking about not giving her attention. Fucking psycho.

“You know what? Just… Fuck off!” 

The peaceful night he needed to think had been entirely ruined by this two dumbass. How come the last people he wished to see suddenly kept appearing one after the other?

“Don't be so arrogant. How has life been treating you, mate?”

The dude was fucking around with him, and Alexander knew he meant what he said the other way round: “how has Ava…” Or rather, “how has my girlfriend been treating you ever since you got married to her?”

Clearly, Alexander knew he was here to make fun of him and if there was something he has been avoiding the whole night was having a fight with anyone: but he could see the red flag already: he might disregard that and punch him in the face any time soon.

“Please remind me, when did we become friends?”

Alexander questioned as John nodded his head and then replied.

“We might not be friends but, we are not enemies either.”

Alexander scoffed at his response and ordered a glass of cocktail from the bartender before turning to look at him.

“You know, you should leave Ava out of whatever shitty business we had.”

“What do you mean by that?” John asked with a raised brow.

“Don't act like you don't know what I am talking about. I know you only approached her in the first place to have revenge on me for taking your business deal with Mr. Afrov.”

“Point of correction, not just Mr. Afrov, but many others. Regardless, that's not even my reason for dating Ava…”

“What is the reason then?”

A mischievous smirk crept through his lips as he replied, “because, I love her.”

Alexander scoffed at his audacity to lie so confidently.

“You love her, and you cheated on her with Wanita.”

“Cheated on her with Wanita?” He asked thoughtfully, and then his mouth fell slightly open as if the realization just dawned on him, “oh, you mean: cheated on her with your sist…”

Alexander slammed his hands on the counter, cutting him mid-sentence. 

“Shut the fuck up. You should know your limit, fuck wit.”

“Yo, calm down, man. We were supposed to be having a peaceful conversation.”

“Have I ever had a peaceful conversation with you?”

John slowly shook his head and replied, “I don't… think so,” then chuckled afterward.

“I am asking you. What's your mission with Ava?”

“Do you realize that you are even more concerned about Ava than Wanita? Dude, you should be more concerned about Wanita. I fucked her real hard and even sucked her kitty until it turned red. You need to hear her screaming my name to continue fucking her hard.”

At this point, he was beginning to burst into Alexander's last bit of self-control. He knew John was somewhat of a psychopath, and it might be fruitless fighting with but… he just can't help but think that at least, two punches in his face could reset his brain.

Seeing that Alexander did not react, John decided to press even further. 

“Do you know why Ava hates you so much? Because I told her you are a freaking mafia lord: a leader of gangsters. You sell hard drugs for a living and killing was your prior…"

Before he could complete his words, a heavy punch landed on his face, which sent him flying out of his counter stool.

Alexander for sure wasn't giving a shit anymore. The psychopath needed a brain reset, and he would be so honored to do that.

He would give him his last warning and if his warning this time falls back on deaf ears, then he might end up doing something… silly.

“I am warning you, stay off Ava and Wanita if you don't want your body parts being chopped out. You know what I am capable of. Fucking moron.”

The drunk bodies in the club were already gathered around them, and the once-booming music had been turned off. Obviously, they have created a scene that seems even more entertaining than the music itself.

John held his jaw and smirked, then suddenly laughed hysterically. 

“You're crazy. For a moment, I thought you suddenly became patient, but it turns out that you're still the dick you are.”

He took some steps toward Alexander as the smile on his face vanished, and his eyes blazed with contempt. His forehead creased as his brows snapped together.

“I know you did something terrible to Ava two years ago. Guess what? Your sister who is so in love with me is currently providing me with some information already. Once I get all the information I need, I will tell it all to Ava, and I will silently watch how she loathes you for the rest of her life. Watch your back. I am always behind you.” 

And with that said, he gave him one last mischievous smirk and then walked out on him, still holding his jaw.