Deep love: insatiable lover

Back in her freshly tidied flat, Brisa’s face was grim.

The bodyguards knew her arrogance and whimsy, and no one said a word when they saw her, quickly preparing what needed to be prepared and going about her business.

Brisa returned to her bedroom with a grimace, looking at everything inside.

Her eyes were red and she looked terrified.

Bored of this place!

-Bitch! Fucking bitch!

Brisa screamed with a twisted face as she went crazy and smashed everything in the bedroom, leaving the floor a mess of everything. After trashing the bedroom, Brisa’s chest felt a little better.

He walked out of the bedroom with his head held high, as if nothing had happened.

Looking down at the bouncer in the hall below, he said arrogantly:

-Go clean the bedroom, I have to sleep in it at night.

After saying that, he went downstairs as if nothing had happened and went to the living room to watch TV.

The two bodyguards looked at each other and quickly went upstairs.

Standing in the doorway, looking around the messy bedroom, it was easy to imagine how angry Brisa was. To think she could calm down so quickly made the bodyguards realise that Brisa was no ordinary child.

Looking at each other, the two began to tidy up the bedroom.

It was clear that they were bodyguards, but they had to moonlight as maids.

While the two men wearily tidied up, Brisa relaxed and watched television.

Before the two men could descend from the upper floor, Brisa covered her stomach and coldly ordered the other bodyguard.

-I’m hungry, I need to eat.

-Miss Brisa, wait a moment, I’ll call and order food right away.

-I want to eat what you cook.

Brisa opened her mouth, regardless of whether he could cook or not.

The bodyguard was bitter inside, but could not say anything.

-Yes.

With a stifled response, the bodyguard immediately went to the kitchen. Luckily, there were all kinds of dishes there. Cooking shouldn’t be too difficult, he was a universal bodyguard.

In an instant, Brisa was the only one left in the room.

Brisa’s eyes were still glued to the television, but she was also looking around. Soon she found a set of keys, the keys to the flat.

Before anyone notices, Brisa quickly gets up and clutches the keys in her hands. On a nearby hanger was the suit jacket of the bodyguard who had gone to cook. Brisa pulls out a wallet, opens it and looks at it before slipping it straight into her pocket.

He left quietly while no one was looking.

Running out of the apartment building with a jerk, Brisa was lucky enough to jump into a taxi at the door and sped away.

By the time the bodyguards noticed, Brisa had been gone for who knows how long.

The eyes of Dylan, who had received the call from his bodyguards, turned sombre for a moment.

-What’s going on? Three men can’t even keep an eye on a child?

The three bodyguards fell silent as they sensed the hostility radiating from Dylan’s body even through the phone.

-What are you waiting for? Go and get it.

Dylan hung up the phone and pinched his forehead in annoyance.

What a headache.

Then, the part of Brisa.

After he left, the first thing he did was to call Vicente to complain.

The call came quickly.

-Grandfather.

-I don’t care, I’m going to live with Dylan, and there’s no way I’m going to apologise to that bitch Vanessa! Grandpa, you don’t know how much that bitch has affected Dylan, she’s so mean to me. If this keeps up, that bitch will definitely take Dylan away.

Vincent had already lost face when Brisa had called, and had made him, the eldest, give in first, but now he wanted to scold his granddaughter, so arrogant since she was a child, by listening to Brisa’s story of how she had run away.

-Brisa, I’m going to leave you for a while. You know what Dylan’s temper is like, and it’s not good for you to confront him at a time like this. You can trust me, and after a while I’ll let your Dylan pick you up himself.

He took action against Dylan from now on, not believing that the beast he had dominated for more than ten years could easily slip through his fingers.

Vincent was incredulous.

-Really?

-Of course it’s true. So behave yourself, listen to Dylan in the meantime and don’t make him angry. As for Vanessa, you have even less to worry about. Vanessa is just a toy to him, and if you don’t stop him, Dylan will get bored of playing with her one day. When the time comes, you won’t have to do anything, Dylan will have given up on Vanessa himself.

Breeze bit her lip, there was no way she was going to be easily swayed by Vincent.

But right now I could do nothing but trust Vincent.

-I know, grandfather.

-Good girl, once you know, hurry back and find Dylan and apologise to him properly.

Vincent made another reassuring speech before hanging up.

-Apologise? It’s not that I was wrong.

Proud and self-righteous, Brisa could not apologise to Dylan.

She muttered angrily, dug through the money left in her wallet and took a taxi straight to the biggest bar in Pacifica City.

He wanted a drink, he wanted to let off steam.

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The crowd danced wildly, discharging their excess energy, each with an obsessed and intoxicated expression.

Some are next to each other, rubbing their bodies together ambiguously. Some just couldn’t wait to hide in a corner and make love, doing unspeakable things. And more people were on the hunt for sex, waiting for the right prey.

Brisa sits at the bar, drinking glass after glass.

She was a pretty girl, and with cheeks flushed from drinking, she had a charming, flirtatious air about her.

Several men stared at her, their hot eyes roaming ambiguously over her body. One by one, they could think of taking off Brisa’s clothes on the spot and licking her with their tongues.

Just as some were tempted to approach her, a figure stepped forward even faster.

He was a man known to all of us who frequented the bar.

He looks like a gentleman, but in reality he has a very dark heart. He likes to hunt women and has some special interests. Anyone targeted by him would not end well.

He is a gentleman, has a good mouth and is very good at charming women, so many women who don’t know him well easily fall in love with him.

After that, it’s the beginning of a nightmare.

Of course, Brisa didn’t know, it was her first time in this bar.

He was unlucky enough to bump into the newly vacated man.

-Hello Chica, are you alone?

Brisa narrowed her eyes and glared in disgust at the man who had offered to run to her.

-Who are you?

-It doesn’t matter who I am, what matters is that I can give you pleasure tonight.