Chapter 69. Can I Fuck You?

Aria's POV

I met him at a loud pub with flashing lights and blaring music, as well as women laughing. I didn't like him from the moment our eyes met. His gaze caressed me in a heated and horrifying way. He was seated in a corner, with two attractive women on either side of him. He was accompanied by business people, I believe, but he didn't look away from me. That's the type of sight I see in him: blue eyes that appear to whisk you to a cloud but then dump you when he becomes bored. I could see his silver earring on his left ear even in the dim light. He grinned at me as if to imply he could have me.

"Aria, you have been looking away since earlier." I couldn't hear my colleagues' words because my attention was fixed on the man I was no longer looking at. I plainly let my friend's grip on me until we walked around, and yet there, at the table next to us, was the man I had been eyeing earlier. The smile remained on his lips, which he wet with his tongue and then massaged,