Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter 1 - TAMING THE BITCH

"Another shot?" The flirtatious voice of the bartender catches his attention. He looked away from the pretty brunette sitting on the lap of Adrijan Thorne, one of today's hottest models. His grip on the shot glass tightens even more as he sees the bitch grinding her hips on the model's crouch while pressing his stupid face on her sinfully plump breasts that are covered by a thin white laced dress hugging her curves.

If she was not sexing that way in that dress and had she been just sitting primly on the couch, he would think of her as an angel. God! How that dress complements her ivory white skin and innocent face!

She is short and so lady-like, he wouldn't be surprised if he learns she didn't even reach five feet. She looks like the model's daughter as she sits on his lap like that. Only that her curves say otherwise. Her curves and muscles fall perfectly in the right places in her sinful anatomy.

She may have the most beautiful innocent face but the way she moves her hips above Adrian's manhood is making all the other guys drool over the scene she is carelessly making in the club.

"Fuck!" He uttered as he combed his hair with his fingers angrily.

He feels sick and disgusted. He feels as if heaven and earth collided and crashed down on him just looking at her acting so low even in front of everybody inside this exclusive nightclub filled with both socialites and hookers.

Why did he say yes to this fucking deal in the first place?! Why should he be pinned with this bitch who can't be tamed, of all the socialite and heiresses in the globe?!

Yes, he is aware that socialites and heiresses like her have their own fun times and crazy moments. But she's different. She's like a hundred times worse than any of the rich and privileged kids he knows in the world.

She is shifting from one club to another, making out with one manwhore with another.

Although it may be true that she's been dating this particular model for quite a while now, still, more and more scandals are circulating in tabloids and magazines.

She is now known as the "Richest slut in Town" "The Heiress Bitch" and all the other filthy titles one could think of.

"Make it two!" He snaps angrily at the flirtatious bartender who is still waiting for his next order.

He can feel his own manhood aching just looking at the bitch. Something he should never feel towards her. The last thing he would want is to actually be attracted to her and fall into her pit of sins...and be one of her "boy toys".

"They've been together for a good 6 months now. But they've been friends ever since." A baritone voice suddenly echoes just beside him as he feels its owner takes the stool just beside him in front of the bar.

"The longest she had, really. Probably the most serious too."

He adds before giving a sign to the lady bartender for his drink order.

Two shots of tequilas were handed to them.

"Don't look at her like you've been cursed. She's a nice girl." The guy, who seems like in his early forties raises the glass in front of him for a toss and shot the alcohol straight.

"I'd bet that's what everybody she'd taken to bed would say." He scoffed as he downs his own alcohol and stands up ready to leave this place where his hell is.

"Don't dare hurt that girl, Vincent Walton. I've been in jail before, I wouldn't mind going back in there for that girl." For mere seconds, Vincent was taken off-guarded with that. How did this guy know him...? And what made him say those words to him?