"I have something else to tend to!"
"Ten minutes! No! Five minutes! Wait! Three minutes! Three minutes is all it takes! Please?"
"Fine. I'll spare you three minutes"
As Zayn gave in to Shelley's demand, he opened the door and walked into the room.
Carla tried to push Brad away from her, but it was too late—the duo that was at the entrance had caught them red-handed.Shelley and Zayn paused due to Brad and Carla's odd position.
Brad had his arms straightened on the couch while he was on top of Carla. Her exposing and messed-up gown caused others to misperceive they were in the middle of an intimate session.
The moment Zayn opened the door, a gentle breeze whizzed into the pitch-black room, causing Carla's already exposing dress to billow, exposing her inner thighs and her busty figure.
The air went dead silent as things had gotten unexpectedly awkward between the parties that were present.
Carla could feel the murderous intent through the glint in Zayn's eyes, although they were a few feet away.
Her heart sank because she thought the furious man would kill her for real. Immediately, she sat upright and adjusted her wrinkled gown.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get in your way! We have no idea this room is occupied, but please pay no heed to us and go on with the session that has been started!"
When things seemed to have settled down, Shelley broke the silence and stirred things up between them once more.
Literally, Carla could feel Zayn's wrath because it was written all over his puckered face.
Shelley grinned and suggested, "Zayn, let's go and leave them alone! We should stop getting in their way!"
Zayn shrugged Shelley off and made his way into the room.
Carla felt as if a cannibal was on his way to her. She got up from the couch but staggered due to the height of her pair of heels.
"Careful!" She almost fell, but Brad stopped her and supported her in the nick of time.
"W-We… I-I…" Shelley stuttered after she moved away from Brad.
"Hey, we're merely having a talk, okay? Stop misunderstanding Carla!"
Albeit reluctantly, Brad explained the reason they were in the room when he spotted the anxious look on Carla and he felt bad for her.
Zayn glared at Carla and ran his fingers through the silky-smooth gown of hers. "Really? You're telling me she's merely having a talk with you when she's dressed up as such?"
"This gown…" Carla was about to rebuke Zayn's rhetorical question, yet Shelley sashayed her way into the room and chimed in, "Why can't you have a talk with her at the banquet hall? What sort of confidential conversation is it for you to have it in such a confined space?"
Once she reached the trio' side, she wondered out loud, "Are you sure both of you are merely here for a conversation?"
Carla glared at Shelley and confronted, "Aren't you the one who has prepared this freaking gown?"
Although she wanted to play along with the vicious scheme of Shelley, she didn't want to get Brad involved.
"Indeed! But have I forced you to put it on? Why didn't you turn me down when you have the chance to do so?" Shelley responded with a contemptuous look and shifted the responsibilities to Carla.
"Y-You—"
Zayn stopped Carla and squeezed her cheek with his gigantic palm. "She's right! You should stop blaming others when you're the one who's filthy deep down!"
Her eyes widened in shock because she didn't expect such a harsh remark from him.
I'm a filthy woman? How dare he sees me as a filthy woman when he's the one who refuses to leave me alone?
"Move away from her!"
Brad reached over in an attempt to push Zayn away from Carla, yet the moment he inched over, he was punched in the face and fell to the ground as a result.
"A-Argh—M-Brad—" Carla screeched and tried to rush over to Brad's side, but Zayn wouldn't unfasten his grip.
In fact, she thought her wrist would be cracked by the man's powerful grip should he refused to move away from her soon.
The infuriated Carla retaliated against Zayn and demanded, "Let go of me!"
Due to the intense punch, blood gushed out of Brad's nostrils and streamed all the way down to his neck.
Mosa and Shelley's faces turned pale because they were horrified by Zayn's response. They stood aside in silence, afraid of offending the furious man further.
Benard, who had been on the lookout at the entrance, closed the door and made his way into the pitch- black room.
"Zayn, have you lost your mind? Come at me with everything you have if you're holding a grudge against me! Why the hell do you have to beat him up?" Carla yelled hysterically.
Zayn lunged her over and directed a rhetorical question at her when she was right in front of his face. "Are you heartbroken because of him? Have you forgotten the things you promised me?"
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