SEDUCTION
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CHAPTER 56: SEDUCTION
The club is full. The smell of alcohol, and smoke was in the air, but for people who came more often, there’s no new about it. A few was kissing each other, eating one’s faces as if they couldn’t get enough, ready to pulled their partners clothes as they seek after l**t.
That’s what Greeted Grace Roswell the moment she set foot on the club.
“This is disgusting.” Her nose scrunched up.
She couldn’t stomach the sight, what more the smell and eyes thrown at her by some men. She would have been pleas, only if it isn’t as cheap as this place.
Did Conrad Alexander Duke really came here more often? She thought, because she highly doubt it.
“Hey sexy.” One whistled as she walked by.
Grace only rolled her eyes.
She have no time for this.
“Just get lost.” She continue walking, a goal on her mind, but it seems like she’s been here first than her target.
Conrad was nowhere to be seen as she roamed her eyes. His usual spot is empty, but nobody dare to even sit their assets on those chair.
Afraid, huh? Grace thought, chuckling. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be as bad having the younger took as her husband than Eliot. Lauren seems to treasure him more than her eldest. Unknown to Grace, Eliot was never a party of her family from the beginning.
A bastard child.
“Grace?” A familiar voice calls from behind. The smile on her lips disappear, knowing who it was. “what are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same thing to you.” When she turn around, she’s not wrong either. “What are you doing here, David?”
“You haven’t answer my question first.” He was serious.
But standing here setting a small gap between them, he looks different. For all she could tell, it might have been because of Raquel, but why would he care anyway? The last she checked, he hated her guts. And now she’s missing, his lovely wife nowhere to be found, isn’t he supposed to feel grateful at least?
The David in front looks wasted. His hair is disheveled, and he looks a little lost. Drunken eyes and the shrunken black bags underneath them suggested of the sleepless nights he suffered.
“Because I don’t need to answer your damn questions, David.” It’s ironic how she planned to make him fall for her, but now, she loathed that he exist after what he have done to her father.
She wouldn’t be here marrying somebody else if it wasn’t for him.
“Still acting so tough, I see.” David chuckled. “Why? Is it because you and your mother found someone to leech on? Now that you can milk me with my fortune, you’ll find somebody else instead?”
What he said provoke Grace.
“Yes.” She faced him with her eyes blazing with fury. “Because you’re no longer useful to us anymore. Why? Because you’re a loser, and you have nothing anymore that you can give, so what’s the matter with us leaving you? We’re all leeches, right?”
She won’t give him the satisfaction of getting on her nerves first.
Just like hat Grace expected, the expression on his face changes.
For an instance, David’s jaw clenched.
“What did you just say?” He grabbed her wrist. “Let me just remind you that you were once my little b***h, Grace.”
“Let go of me, David.” She warned him.
“Beg for me just like what you always do, bitch.” David snarled.
“Just don’t regret it, because I warned you.” With that said, Grace bit his hands.
A screamed captured a few who were closer at them. Before she sent her legs up, and kicked him on his Generals.
“Arggh…” David fell on the ground, grunting with pain.
Grace show no remorse at all.
“That damn serves you right, jerk.” She spat out, before turning her back and marching her way to the bar counter.
“Gave me one shot.” She was annoyed, so damn annoyed.
Her night is already ruined, and she doesn’t have more patience to wait for Conrad to showed up.
God, I hated this. Grace cursed inside her head.
Only for a voice to interfere.
“Mind if you make that two, Jackson.” It was baritone male voice. It is smooth, charming if she would described it. “I’ll pay for it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Wow, I never knew I’ll get free drinks by now as if I couldn’t pay for it.” Grace was sarcastic.
“Considered it a payment for the show you put up earlier.” He chuckled. “Might I tell you that I am amused.”
Her annoyance doubled.
“I didn’t do it to entertain you—”
“Feisty, I like it.” He was clearly provoking her more.
“I said—” She have enough, but the moment she turned to her sides, all the words has been cut off. Her brain stop processing as the man smile.
Not because Grace is captivated, because its2no other than Conrad Alexander Duke who is sitting beside her…uninvited.
Bingo.
“So, it seems like an ex-boyfriend to me.” Conrad drink from his glass.
His way different from how her mother describes him. He isn’t cold, but cheeky. He doesn’t seems scary, but he looks friendly. A few even knows him here, despite of being in the club for a week. He told her that as he asked her about what happened between her and David.
“I told you that he’s not an ex-boyfriend or any sort of that.” She rolled her eyes.
How many times should she explain herself?
David is not an ex-boyfriend, but maybe, he could passed as being his lover, although he had a wife. Her sister, Raquel. But Grace do not give a damn about it. She wanted it, so she take David, and she knew how much he wanted her too. Only that, something goes wrong and the feeling isn’t as mutual as the affair goes.
“Okay, fine. Although it seems that way.” Conrad pour another glass before lifting his head to look at her. “I am still curious about what beings you here in this place, Ms. Roswell.”
Because I needed you. Grace thought, but of course she wouldn’t say that.
“Why?” She studied him with her own eyes. “Don’t tell me that I am not allowed to be here now?”
“Not really, I am just worried that you might hurt yourself here.” Conrad never tore his gaze off from Grace.
“Then so be it.” She leaned closer to him. “As if pain could kill me.”
“You didn’t know that, Ms. Roswell.” He said huskily.
An inched apart is what separating their lips from crashing with each other. She could feel his hot breathe fanning across her face, and hear him gulp. But same with Conrad, Grace could actually felt her chest skipping a beat, thumping nervously against her ribcage.
“Then, tell me what I should be afraid of more, Mr. Duke.” She whispered lowly.
“Me.” His eyes darkened. “You should be afraid of me, Grace.”
“The hell I am—”
But no words escaped her mouth afterwards, when Conrad crashes his lips against hers. The taste of sweetness after the bitter sin Grace committed with David…who was watching as the act fueled his grudge and hate.
He was there the whole time, on the corner with his eyes darkening as if he was ready to kill somebody.
“Just you wait and see.” He bitterly uttered.
After he finds Raquel, he’ll made sure that he won’t spare anybody of the Roswell’s. They would pay for what they have do to him, especially Grace.
Raquel was heartbroken, she knew she was. An hour past, but she still couldn’t have the courage to go back to where Eliot was and admit that she was jealous of that nurse he had just recently met.
“How stupid I am.” Her pride wouldn’t let her.
Much worst, she knew that she could stay all night on this place without seeing Eliot. Only, if she don’t want to fix whatever is going on.
After she left, Raquel found herself inside this café that was facing the hospital she should be, and now they are here, but that doesn’t mean problems are solve. Her and Eliot, it was just starting between them.
But then, whose she’s fooling anyway?
All along, she knew what she wanted. After the confession, what does makes the two of them? She guess not. Maybe?
“One macchiato as your order, Miss.” The waitress placed down a mug and a few other things on the menu that she picked earlier.
“Thanks—” Raquel returned it with a smile, but it all disappear when she notices a piece of paper that was tucked in the cloth beside her mug. “Hey, what it is—”
But the waitress is already gone. Carefully, making sure that nobody is looking, Raquel unfolded the paper. But gear engulfed her the moment she realized what was written.
Those men are looking at you, and I felt like you should run…FAST. She read inside her head.
She bit her lips.
Men? She were talking about men. And Raquel might have an idea who maybe they are.
Oh god, not them. She hope.
But not all wishes came true.
When she simply lifted her gaze, there they are, the waitress is not wrong either. The men, who were chasing Eliot and her found them…and Raquel knew this would end in anything good. They are trouble.
“Uhm, waitress?” Raquel heartbeat was racing. There’s only one thing she knew, she needed to get away as far as she could.
“Yes, Ma’am?” The same waitress, who warned her earlier walked closer to her table. She was blocking their view on purpose.
“How long had they been here?” Raquel whispered softly.
“A few moments after you.” She said.
“Thanks—”
“I can call the cops, if you wanted me to.” The woman suggested.
“It would take a while for them to be here, but try…” She read her name tag. “Maris.”
“Will you be fine?”
“I’ll try to.” With that said, Raquel paid her bills before she decided to leave.
On her peripheral vision, she could see them doing the same thing as well.
She gulps.
It’s now or never.
When she finally goes outside, she made the most thinkable thing during her situation.
She runs.
“Damn it! Don’t lose her this time!” She heard from behind.
Footsteps followed through her trail. Adrenaline runs through her vein. She changed her route. Instead of going back to the hospital, Raquel runs far. She couldn’t let them find Eliot now.
“s**t!” Terrified, she made a dash.
She knew that she won’t be able to lose them. That doesn’t mean Raquel won’t be…giving a fight.
Unknown to Raquel that somebody was watching the whole scene unfold.
“I never knew she runs like that.” The man chuckled. Clutched in his hand was a g*n as he watched and stay on the roof, but out of sight. He has a grey colored hair. His eyes are in a deep shade of green and he have a pale complexion, more likely his appearance is similar to Caucasians. Slim built, but fair enough to gave him good reflexes.
He’s been there, always watching just like what he has been told to. Keep his eyes on Raquel, and made sure that she’s safe.
That’s what Indra’s orders, his mother.
“Seems like I’ll be doing my job soon earlier than expected.” He chuckled before moving carefully with the same speed with Raquel as he hop from roof to roof.
He had no idea what value that Raquel has for his mother to hire him. She’s just nothing. She’s not even related to them. She was just a patient, who had been involved into an accident and was brought to their hospital. But those mean on her tail? He could tell that his mother was keeping something from her.
I’ll find it sooner. He uttered, before positioning himself the moment they cornered Raquel.
He recalled Indra’s words.
Kill, if you must. That’s how we live, Jasper.
Jasper aimed, releasing a bullet, while convincing himself that it is for the better. He is just protecting somebody, and not murderer.
Only if that could still convince him.
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