Chapter 4
Elliot's POV
The next thing I know is Mr. Dmitri was flirting with a girl already. I don't know why I want to kill that slut. I can clearly see clearer than a crystal on how his hand hooks to the waist of this slut who is wearing a skirt that looks like a freaking panty. Why bother wearing when it does not cover anything? DUH!
This freaking slut is enjoying how his hand hooks to her. I should slit her throat really. Ugh. What's wrong with me?
"Hi gorgeous, it seems to me that you are alone. Wanna dance?" I glanced at the owner of the voice.
Giving much attention to Mr. Dmitri and her slut, I haven't realized this guy beside me. Yes, he's handsome but Mr. Dmitri is still better.
Wait, where's Ben? I scanned the area and found him on a corner watching me and Mr. Dmitri. I glanced back at the guy.
"Back off." I said sternly and cold. I don't have time to just flirt with this guy. But it looks like he is not content. By the time he was going to put his arm around me, he quickly looked at what was poking his abdomen.
"I said. Back off" Of course. If he's fast, I'm faster. His eyes widened and raised his hands when he saw the gun pointing to his stomach.
"W-woah! Easy there!" And with that he backed off. Huh! Coward! I returned my gun back to my coat and focused back on Mr. Dmitri and his slut. And saw them kissing. Not just a peck but TORRID KISSING. Can't they just get a room? I forgot he can't do that because I'm here. I smiled. What the hell is this smile? I'm becoming weird.
Wow. It's very obvious that they are enjoying it huh? This is what rich people do with their lives. Well I can't blame them. They have a lot of money to waste. They can have the life they want.
Can they donate even just a little drop of what they have to those who need it? Life is truly unfair.
Even though I hate seeing my client having sex in this club, I have to keep an eye on him. But my gut is telling me that something is wrong here. Something smells fishy in here.
Then I saw the girl glancing at me while Mr. Dmitri was enjoying her neck. She gave me a smile that made my brow raised to suspicion. Well because it's a smile of danger.
What does that mean? I kept my eye on them even though the scene makes me puke. I glanced at Ben and signed him to keep an eye to the both of them.
Mr. Dmitri removed his hands to the waist of the girl and walked to me.
"Don't you have anything else to do?" He asked annoyingly.
"What do you mean?" I asked, acting innocently.
I looked at the slut and smiled at her telling her through my eyes that I will make her leave just to wait. Just wait.
The girl smiled and dug to her pouch to find something. I wonder what that is.
Then I glanced back at Mr. Dmitri "Are you going to watch me get laid?"
"Watch your language. I don't have any choice. If you don't want to be watched then I suggest you do not do it." I said
"Bullshit! You're impossible!" He said going back to the slut. He can't do what he wants because I guard him. That's good, at least he's not insane.
I just shrugged my shoulders and did not comment about it but I saw her put something in his drink. What is she trying to do? Drug him? Poison him? My eyed thinned to suspicion. This slut is about to do something.
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