Chapter 199: The Promiscuous Woman

Chapter 199: The Promiscuous Woman

Reece, with a swollen face and bruised nose, stormed out of the private

room in search of Cheyenne. He muttered curses under his breath

about Kate being "ruthless". The dance floor had changed since he last

saw it. The previous performers had left, replaced by three sexy pole

dancers who were receiving thunderous applause.

The bar had never been this lively in its three-year history. People

crowded around to watch the show and took out their phones to

capture the moment.

A group of young men nearby spoke, “That girl has an amazing figure. I

want to see more."

"Her curves are better than any model's,” another said. “I wonder how

much she charges for a night?"

"Don't even think about it," one warned. "She doesn't look like someone

you can mess with."

In the corner of the bar sat a man dressed in black suit, staring coldly at

everyone around him while sipping on his whiskey on ice without taking

a single sip from it.

His stern demeanor and handsome face attracted several women who

tried to catch his attention but failed miserably as he remained focused

on something else entirely.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne was competing against two other dancers on

stage while drinking some alcohol which made her cheeks flush red

with excitement and her eyes sparkle seductively.

Her body twisted sensually like that of a snake as she moved gracefully

across the stage wearing nothing but black suspenders that hugged her

curves tightly making them shine bright white under the lights.

"That damn woman is always causing trouble!" Kelvin thought angrily

as he slammed down his glass before walking towards Cheyenne.

Cheyenne had just warmed up, and she had a bet going with the bar

owner. If she could out-dance the other two dancers tonight, all the

expenses for the private room would be on the house.

Plus, a bit of dancing helped clear her head as she was somewhat

tipsy.

However, just as she was really getting into the groove, a big hand

suddenly grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up without warning.

"Kelvin! What are you doing? Let me go!" She struggled against him

but couldn't break free from his grip as Kelvin dragged her away from

everyone else towards an exit door.

The sudden turn of events didn't sit well with the surrounding audience.

The beautiful dancer's performance was abruptly interrupted, and a few

people in the crowd were inclined to step in and help. However, Kelvin's

intimidating gaze quickly discouraged them.

That man's gaze was truly terrifying.

Not a guy to mess with.

"Kelvin... Why do you care so much?" Cheyenne asked, struggling.

Kelvin furrowed his brows in annoyance and placed a large hand firmly

on her soft butt, saying in a deep voice, "Be good."

Mm... Cheyenne couldn't help but feel that her reputation was utterly

ruined.

'l was actually publicly slapped on the butt by this jerk of a man."

She bit into his shoulder, but unfortunately this guy had strong and thick

shoulders, and was wearing a jacket.

The bite didn't cause him any pain, but Cheyenne accidentally hit her

own chin and screamed in pain.

The flickering lights cast a hazy and ever-changing glow, as Kelvin's

lips curved into a smile and his long, thick lashes concealed the

amusement in his eyes.

He carried Cheyenne out of the bar with big steps.

At the entrance, where the night breeze was slightly cool, the man

finally decided to set her free. Cheyenne, now liberated, turned to make

a run for it but was abruptly stopped as he grabbed her wrist and pulled

her back.

The expression on his face was extremely gloomy, "What are you

running for?"

Cheyenne gave him a cold stare and replied in a flat tone, "Why? You

pervert! You actually hit me... my... my..."

She really can't say the last word.

It was too embarrassing.

She was spanked by a man.

Kelvin seemed to still feel the softness, and his mind began to wander.

He quickly coughed to correct this thought.

"That's to make you behave well. Ahem... Wait for me here, I'll go get

the car.”

"Why should I wait for you?"

Upon hearing this, his face contorted with displeasure, and his lips

tightened slightly. "If you don't behave,” he said, "I'll tie you to a

lamppost with a belt. Do you believe me?"

"You're a sicko!"

A mixture of embarrassment and frustration washed over Cheyenne's

face as she thought that he tied her when they had sex.

"Full of dirty thoughts."

"Hypocrite!"

The man was momentarily stunned and ignored her, lifting his foot and

walking towards the garage.

For some reason, Cheyenne chose to obediently stand at the door and

wait for him. It was probably because she was truly afraid that he would

tie her to a telephone pole.

She was alone and very eye-catching, which quickly attracted the

attention of a few hooligans.

"Hey, hottie,” the man said as he stumbled up, holding half a bottle of

beer.

Stretching out his greasy hand, he tried to pull Cheyenne and said with

a drunken breath, "Hey pretty lady, do you want to have a drink with

me?"

As the bottle was handed over, the man's hand casually rested on

Cheyenne's shoulder. She glanced coldly at his hand.

One of her hands tightened around the bottle, ready to strike.

Suddenly, another large hand grabbed the drunkard's hand and a chilly

voice reached her ear.

“You want to die? Touch her again and you'll regret it."

Kelvin yanked the man towards him and punched him in the face.

Blood immediately flowed from his nose as he ran away in fear.

Kelvin then looked at Cheyenne's revealing outfit. What could it

possibly cover up?

The dim red light from behind them cast a soft glow on her fair skin and

accentuated her curvy figure. He had noticed how alluring she was

when they were dancing earlier.

But Kelvin felt extremely uncomfortable knowing that so many men had

seen her sexy side. And those vulgar comments still echoed in his ears.

"Cheyenne, if your grandfather saw you like this now, he would be

heartbroken," he said calmly but she felt like a prickly rose - not only

beautiful but painful to touch.

"I don't need you reminding me of that, Mr. Foley. In fact, my

grandfather knew I went clubbing tonight; he understands young

people very well. And what does it have to do with you?" she retorted

sharply.

"What are you doing here anyway? Are you trying to seek justice for

your crush Miss Berry? I've told you not to mess with me. I don't start

trouble but I'm not afraid of it either; one comes at me and I'll take care

of them.”

“Every time Abbie was mentioned, Cheyenne became defensive like a

hedgehog protecting itself from harm... Wasn't that just prejudice?"

Kelvin thought.

Cheyenne didn't want to waste any more time lingering here; she was

tired and should have just gone home earlier...

"Stop right there!"

“She's about to leave after just a few words. Does she hate me so

much?’ Kelvin thought.