Chapter 2

Exiting the office lobby, Demitri and Pedro were suddenly startled by a girl in her wedding attire entering Demitri's luxury car.

For a few seconds, Demitri furrowed his brow with a puzzled look, but the girl who pulled him into the car left him speechless.

"Drive the car!" she demanded, tapping the back of the driver's seat. When there was no response, she yelled again, visibly agitated and sweating.

"Please, drive the car. Why are you all just standing there? Come on, help me!" she pleaded again with Demitri, who still hadn't gotten into the car.

With panic on her face, she looked around, her hands busy adjusting the heavy gown she was wearing for what should have been the sacred event of the day: her wedding.

Meanwhile, the car's owner remained silent, staring at her with a cynical look. Then he asked, "Are you blind, Miss? Or crazy?" Demitri's tone was sarcastic and cold, with a predatory gaze.

Swallowing her heavy saliva, the girl shot him a cynical glance, then looked around again.

"Please, sir, let's drive the car! I'll explain everything to you. But please, help me, let's drive the car first, okay? I beg you." She pleaded once more.

After a few seconds of silence, Demitri got in, and Pedro was still standing at the open door, seemingly curious about what the girl would do to his boss.

Taking a deep breath, still with her sharp gaze fixed on the... girl, Demitri spoke, "Just leave already before the chatty one finds us!" He lifted one foot to step into the car, using the other as support.

"Alright, sir," Pedro nodded.

But before Pedro could usher the girl out of his boss's car, she suddenly leaned towards Demitri, even leapt, and sat on the lap of the Most Handsome Face with her own will.

Then, unexpectedly, something that Demitri could never have imagined happened. The girl's face moved closer, and she... kissed his sexy lips passionately.

She ravaged Demitri's lips fiercely without giving him a chance to breathe. The girl treated Demitri as if he were her beloved, igniting his desire.

Meanwhile, Demitri froze, his eyes wide open, bewildered by what he was experiencing.

Pedro and Bams were equally shocked, both could only watch their boss being passionately attacked by a girl they had just met.

Before the shock of the three men could subside, a loud shout from outside startled them. The girl was forced to stop her kiss as she was pulled away.

"What are you doing, Brenda?" she scolded angrily. "Who is he? Huh?"

With her mouth still slightly agape, Brenda wiped off her lipstick, which had smeared due to the intense, one-sided encounter. She could even taste the thread of saliva from the fierce kiss she had given Demitri.

Brenda looked at the man in front of her, then back at Demitri, whose face was frozen in astonishment, his handsome face looking at her with wide eyes.

Breathing heavily, she looked alternately at the two men who were under her embrace and the man in front who was shouting at her.

"He... He is... He is my boyfriend! He's the man I told you about! He's the man I want to marry, not you!"

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"Demitri... He's my boyfriend! He's the man I told you about! He... he's the man I want to marry, not you!" the nervous yet serious girl explained.

She glanced at the man sitting beneath her with fear in her eyes, her hands still wrapped around his neck, refusing to let go as if they were glued together.

"What did you say? You're saying he's who to me, Brenda?" the man in the matching suit to the color of the girl's dress asked.

His eyes widened, as terrifying as Demitri's. His eyebrows almost connected, and his eyes glared sharply at her, causing Brenda to struggle to breathe.

"Do you know that this is our boss's car? Not yours. Please keep your hands to yourself!" Pedro chimed in, irritated by the man's audacious behavior.

However, the man he was talking to completely ignored Pedro's words. He simply looked at Brenda, and once again, his gaze shifted to Demitri, who was still frozen, staring back at him with fierce eyes.

Both men gave Brenda such a horrified look that she felt like she could be attacked from both sides at the same time, by Demitri and this man.

"Brenda! Explain who he is!" the man yelled again, banging on the car door.

"What are you doing, sir?" Pedro asked, snapping out of his daze and giving the man a sharp look.

"This is our boss's car. It's not yours. Please respect it!" he added, getting angrier with the man's rude behavior.

However, the man addressed by Pedro completely ignored his words. He only gave a disdainful look and stared again at the girl, whom he called Brenda, with a tense silence that made her even more frightened.

"Say who he is, Brenda!" he shouted, banging on the car door again.

"He... He's my boyfriend. His name is... B-Bryan. His name is Bryan," she changed Demitri's name as she stole a glance at the owner of the Oil Company.

"Do you think I believe you? Come on, Brenda, get out of the car. Or I will drag you to the altar!" he threatened breathlessly.

Both of them glared at each other, and their chests heaved with heavy breaths.

"I have to convince Harry that he's my boyfriend. Damn! I have to do it again to prove our relationship!" Brenda thought to herself for a moment, closing her eyes.

Then she hesitantly gazed at Demitri and did the same thing again. She would kiss his sexy lips again, proving her point to Harry, her fiancé.

"Come on, Brenda. Do it again!" She encouraged herself, and Brenda once again leaned in to kiss the red lips of Mr. Franklin, with her eyes closed, enjoying it.

She passionately kissed him, savoring the sensation of the soft flesh under her touch. She immersed herself in the role, so much so that...

When she opened her eyes, their gazes met once more. There was only a three-centimeter distance between them.

Demitri, still frozen, looked at Brenda intently, occasionally glancing at the red lips that had just touched his.

Likewise, Brenda locked eyes with the man who was the object of affection for countless women in the country, her birthplace.

Brenda slowly pulled away from the kiss, distancing herself from Demitri, who seemed to be continuously intimidating her with his fierce gaze that never wavered.

The gaze seemed to say, "Prepare for my wrath." That's how Brenda interpreted it.

Witnessing Brenda and Demitri's close and intimate kiss, Harry pulled Brenda's arm and dragged her out of Demitri's car.

"Get out with me, Brenda, or I'll drag you out!" Harry threatened breathlessly.

"I really don't believe you, Harry. I'm sure you're saying all this because you want to escape our wedding! I didn't lie to you. I have a boyfriend. And I only want to marry... Bryan!" Brenda snapped back.

"Darling, let's go from here!" Brenda suddenly called Demitri "darling."

"Let's go!" She tapped Gill, Demitri's driver, on the shoulder.

"Darling, come on, what are we waiting for? Hurry, take me away from here!" she begged Demitri again. "Let's just run away from here!"

She leaned on Demitri's body, feeling his broad chest, as if heating things up for Harry and trying to make Demitri drive the car and leave.

Still stunned and confused, Demitri remained frozen for a few seconds. However, the scent of strawberries wafted in and brought him back to reality. But before he could react, a sudden gust of wind swept in.

"You bastard! If he's really your boyfriend, that means he's the one who ruined our relationship? You bastard!" Harry's fist swung towards Mr. Franklin's face.

In an instant, Demitri quickly blocked Harry's fist with a firm grip and pushed him back forcefully, causing Harry to stumble a few steps backward due to the strength of Demitri's push.

"Pedro, get in. Let's go now!" Demitri ordered, without turning his gaze away from Brenda.

Brenda was shocked by Demitri's action, and she was also surprised by Harry's sudden punch, although it didn't connect. Instead, the attack backfired.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Pedro snapped out of his surprise and quickly closed the car door, then got into the front seat next to the driver.

"Let's go, Bams!"