Nathan Moore clenched his teeth, with bite marks visible on both sides of his handsome face.
"Woman, you’re playing with fire!"
Titus Zane took another drag of his cigarette, once again a mist of smoke slowly headed towards Nathan Moore’s handsome face, his eyes hazy, his full lips slightly curved, and as he gently parted them, he languidly spoke a few words.
"If that’s what you think, suit yourself."
Nathan Moore’s handsome brows lifted slightly, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a wicked smile as his eyes wandered, he asked languidly.
"Should I take that as you’re hinting something to me?"
Titus Zane picked up his glass and brought it to his lips, took a light sip, and raised an eyebrow, "Hinting what to you?"
Nathan Moore leaned down, his thin lips close to Titus Zane’s ear, and Titus Zane did not deliberately avoid it, even leaning in cooperatively, listening to Nathan Moore’s voice as it flowed like a stream into his ear, low and magnetic, and very pleasant to hear.
"Hinting that... I should sleep with you..."
Perhaps intentionally lowering his voice, the last two words Nathan Moore said were particularly suggestive.
Titus Zane took a deep breath in and exhaled, tilting his head with an indifferent air.
He took a sip of red wine, followed by another drag of his cigarette. Facing the direction of the bar, his full lips pouted slightly, and he murmured in frustration, "I wish I could just get laid."
For three years, she had resisted men. She could drink and chat, go out for fun, and even accept kisses, but when it came to the final step, she would always call it off!
The obsidian in his eyes darkened as if stained with ink, turning pitch black.
The hand holding the wineglass tightened, his well-defined fingers suddenly clamped Titus Zane’s jaw, and before he could react, Nathan Moore’s thin lips approached and quickly bit her lip. After retreating, he cursed through gritted teeth.
"A flirtatious woman!"
Is that how desperate you are for a man?
Even to the point of wishing for it, how could she say such a thing!
Titus Zane raised his hand, with the cigarette held between his fingers, he gently caressed his lip that Nathan Moore had bitten, even letting his pink, smooth tongue lick the spot.
"Nathan Moore, what do you mean by this?"
Although she wished to find a man to break the curse, it wouldn’t be him, because it was he who had cast the shadow in her heart.
This was a reflex, but in Nathan Moore’s eyes, it appeared as a seductive act.
Red wine, a beautiful woman, cigarettes, fiery red lips, the flickering neon overhead, and the writhing bodies on the stage, every scene was enticing him to sin.
"Titus Zane, you’re dying for it!"
A few words spoken through clenched teeth, his voice husky, the obsidian in his eyes thickening with the hue of ink, resembling a deep, unfathomable pool, brewing a storm that could erupt at any moment.
Clearly hinting, seducing, and now turning it around to blame him, asking him what he means?
He is a man, a mature and normal man. What else could kissing a woman mean?
"Nathan Moore, I don’t owe you anything now." Titus Zane took a drag of his cigarette, the playful look in his eyes and brows gone, replaced by a fleeting haze, "Whatever I owed you, I’ve already paid off."
It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head, he stared blankly at Titus Zane, the obsidian in his eyes changing bit by bit, the inkiness dissipating slowly, and finally, it turned into danger, his eyes narrowing and his handsome face growing colder.
Four words spilled from his thin lips, carrying a dangerous breath and a barely concealed fury.
"I said, I don’t owe you anything anymore, we’re even..." Titus Zane didn’t seem to recognize his rage or simply didn’t care, her face slightly lifted towards the bar, leisurely sipping red wine, her voice ethereal.
"Say that again!" Five words, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass.