Chapter 142

Ripped Dress

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you stalking me?” Jacy quarreled, losing interest in the beer she was about pouring before Rodriguez appeared behind her with his voice, grunting like an overbred alpha.

“Heh trust me,” he peered his head to her face to sound it louder because the buzzing noise of the music could barely allow one say a word without repeating, “I wish I could avoid you. I wish I could go my way without having to see you every now and then like my shadow. I really don’t love you, so don’t think I am in love with a woman that distastes me like shit.”

She poured her beer, had a gulp and tried to pour another. “You can’t tell me anything. There are too many VIP spots around where you can stay and feel the night. Please let me be. I don’t know you. I can’t even say if you are a man or a woman, if you have a dick or a pussy or both.”

Rodriguez scowled his face, raised a brow “What!” he exclaimed, inarguably believing she was mak