Olgierd was on the verge of tears. How could things have come to this? Twice he had gone on a blind date! Twice he had fallen for his date! And twice he’d had his date snatched away by the same b*stard! Oh, he was pissed, alright. He should fight back, of course! And now it turned out that his competitor was the chairman of Parrson Group. Really, how the hell was an underdog like him going to fight an upper-crust, modern-day aristocrat? God, what the actual f*ck?! Olgierd covered his eyes with his arm and ran away, tears flying all over. Oh, the weight of his melancholy! Two fair, beautiful maidens had both fallen into the arms of the same son of a b*tch. Snatched from his fingers when he had been so close! Oh, what had this world come to? It could have ended with both men walking home with one woman by their side, but no! It just had to end with a ménage à trois, while the other man was left maidenless! ‘Twas a cruel world! It was doubly so when one considered Olgierd’s backgr
Javier made his way to the Faculty of Sports. Just half a month ago, Javier had managed to dig up more than a few odd things about Professor Hubert Trout, whose attendance record had managed to be worse than Javier’s. Even more mysteriously, this strange character appeared to have paid the director of the university 1,500 dollars for some reason. What kind of professor was that? The kind who fancied himself above the norms and rules, of course! The kind who paid his employer rather than the other way around. And also the kind who did not seem to care much about his teaching duties. There was, however, an incident involving his students. One of them, who was trained in martial arts, had an argument with him that ended up becoming a brawl. Hubert floored the student after two to three moves. Naturally, he became Javier’s prime secret Raider member suspect. Then, further investigation revealed that everything on Hubert Trout’s resume was fake, including his identity. It was the kind
Claire was infuriated. Being dismissed by her opponent’s actions, not his words, could do that to any self-respecting fighter. She was so angry that she had completely eschewed talking and gone straight to her third attack. She leaped into the air and began throwing successive kicks at him. It was a move not many could master. Even people who had some martial art practice under their belt would typically need to build up momentum by running. Claire, however, was demonstrably an above-average fighter. Her kicks were fast as lightning. “Miss Gard is using her signature lethal move! Wooooooow!”“She’s gonna win this one! No one can handle her successive kicks!”“I’ve been on the receiving end before while wearing full-body gear, and even then, the impact was unbearable!”The students were surprised! They were in awe! They praised and complimented their coach’s most powerful move and thought she would win. But in Javier’s eyes, all that amounted to was nothing more than a fart. It
On the surface, Claire was Hubert’s humble assistant. Most people would intuitively think that the employer was the one making the calls, so naturally, one would think Hubert was the mastermind. And yet, his responses and reactions during the interrogation had made Javier aware of a very serious blind spot. What if it was not Hubert who had hired Claire…but the other way around?As Herschel marched out at his new order, Javier asked Hubert a question. The man basically confirmed Javier’s suspicions: Claire had hired him to be her “employer”. She had also made Hubert pay the director every month, which was only one of several things that would have all-too-easily drawn attention to him rather than her. Javier was not the type to believe a man without hard evidence, so he ordered some of his underlings to detain Hubert for further interrogation. His thoughts drifted to Claire again. He had been careless! He had let the young woman play him like a fiddle. The only hope he had left
“Oh man, you’re inviting me to dinner? Yes! Where?!”Lianna sounded as though she had leapt at the call. She went straight to guessing it was a meetup for dinner too, so one would suspect she had been waiting for Javier to ask her out to have a meal.As soon as Javier met her in person, though, he had a good guess as to the fuel behind her apparent spiritedness. It was vague, but there was gloom shadowing her features. She looked a little upset, as though something bad had just happened to her. While the food was being served, Javier asked. Lianna told him it was nothing, but Javier knew this meant her lips were sealed for the time being. Well, maybe all she needed was some beer. A tipsy woman kept no secrets!Javier ordered two bottles of beer and a fruit smoothie…in a kid pack. It was the stuff young children would drink, so naturally, Lianna picked the beer. If she drank, Javier would think it was no fault of his own. She picked the liquor out of her own free will, right? Now
Javier was done letting Lianna run her mouth. He slapped his hand over her lips, muffling her while signaling for the front-desk lady to give him the card to their room. Then, with his free hand, he pulled out his driver’s license and tossed it on the desk. The procedure was conducted in barely-contained chaos. When it was finally over, Javier had to haul Lianna into the lift before getting to the floor where their room was located. He thought he could lean against the elevator wall and catch a break, but Lianna shattered that illusion almost instantly. “You want a piece of me, don’t you? Admit it! Why else would you call me and not talk about property and sh*t? This was a date that should lead to doing the hanky-panky, huh? Hahaha, I can see right through you—you wanna feel goooooood too, don’t you?”Well, sh*t. Busted. Nevertheless, Javier had almost never slept with an intoxicated woman before. Her inebriated state therefore removed any chance of Javier feeling genuine lust f
The car tore through the freeway until it pulled over at the entrance of Event Horizon. It was one of the biggest bars in the city, a hub for scores and scores of nightly hedonists. Herschel had been waiting for Javier by the front door when he arrived. He had sent some of his people inside to locate Claire among the patrons. Javier nodded, and the two of them strode inside. Technicolor flashes embraced the patrons within, blinding them with a motion of shadows and light, while ear-thumping music reverberated from one’s ears all the way to their skulls. It was chaotic, blood-pumping, and most of all, it made one want to lose themselves. That was especially true when one ogled the bevy of young women and their alluring shapes. Javier was there on a mission, though. Women were not part of his agenda today, so he would have to look over them all to locate Claire. A while later, Herschel’s underling ambled close to Herschel and whispered into his ear. Javier could not make out th
Javier loomed over Iseult and placed his hands on her thighs without waiting for her to consent. He stared deeply into her sparkling doe-like eyes. “Oh, Little Iseult. You should know one thing—a real boor springs straight to action instead of mulling it over for you to hear.”The aggression and intimidation in his eyes spelled danger for her. Iseult looked at them, tipping ever more closely toward her, and felt a harrowing sense of dread. Despite the clear knowledge that Grace Jones was her hostage, she felt unsafe. What Javier said made her understand one thing: He did not appreciate being threatened. Growing uneasy, Iseult took a deep breath and began to speak. “Well, I—”She could not even finish her sentence. Javier silenced her with a forceful kiss.Iseult was livid. How dare he force himself on her like this?! She could not imagine a decent man stooping to such disgraceful behavior. Unfortunately for her, there was more where that came from. She then felt his hands coppin