Master of Lust-Chapter 200: Annoyed Couple [2]
Chapter - 200
The man's brow creased with a web of doubts, his skepticism deepening with her too-quick denial. "But if there's nothing between you, why does this whole ordeal upset you so much?" he pressed further, his gaze piercing, searching for the truth hidden beneath layers of her frustration.
The woman felt a heavy weight in her chest, a tumult of emotions struggling for release as she grappled with how to express the gravity of her feelings. "It's because he... he's the reason..." she faltered, her words trailing off as if each one was a battle to push out.
"Because of him, I ended up in handcuffs, taken to that grim interrogation room, subjected to hours of questioning, looked at with suspicion..." she burst out, her voice laced with a mix of anger and vulnerability. She paused, as if hesitant to reveal more, her eyes darting away.
"I was thrown into a nightmare I never even dared to imagine in my darkest dreams," she added, a shiver running through her at the memory.
The man, however, was not fully convinced, his suspicions gnawing at him. "Somehow, I find that hard to fully believe... It sounds like there's more to the story between you and this guy," he countered, nodding his head to his own analysis.
The woman's frustration bubbled up like a pot about to boil over, her words carrying the weight of her pent-up emotions. It was as if she couldn't hold back any longer, her heart pouring out in a torrent of accusations and grievances.
A heavy silence settled over the table, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. It was as if her accusations hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the entire café. In that moment of palpable stillness, the man couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story than what she had revealed.
Meanwhile, Rick's attention was abruptly torn away from his conversation with the old lady by the sudden outburst from the woman. His head whipped around to see who had caused such a commotion, his curiosity piqued by the disturbance.
When he laid eyes on the couple, a look of surprise flashed across his face, his eyes widening in astonishment at the scene unfolding before him. Despite the chaos erupting around them, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his gaze as he watched the drama unfold.
Rick couldn't help but notice the old lady shooting daggers at him with her eyes, her disapproval practically tangible in the air. But hey, he wasn't here for her judgment anyway. With a determined gleam in his eye, he pushed back his chair and rose to his feet, allured by the drama unfolding at the table nearby.
Each step he took was calculated, navigating the maze of tables like a seasoned explorer, his curiosity piqued by the commotion. The surrounding customers seemed to be relishing the scene, savoring it like an unexpected appetizer in their dining experience.
As Rick drew closer to the distressed couple, he couldn't help but notice the tension crackling in the air like electricity. With a grin playing on his lips, he reached out and gently placed a reassuring hand on the woman's shoulder.
"Gloria," he called out softly, his voice carrying a mixture of amusement and confidence. "Looks like you could use a little backup here."
Caught off guard by the unexpected gesture of kindness, Gloria's eyes widened like saucers as she turned to face Rick. The tension in her shoulders cranked up a notch at the sound of her name, his voice slicing through the chaos of her turmoil like a hot knife through butter.
With a jolt, Gloria sprang to her feet, her movements as jerky as a marionette's. Her foot stumbled in a clumsy attempt to regain balance, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of a very embarrassing fall. Panic surged through her veins like wildfire, her hands flailing desperately in search of something solid to cling to.
Just as she braced herself for impact with the unforgiving ground, a pair of strong arms swooped in to save the day. Rick's embrace enveloped her like a warm blanket on a chilly night, his touch firm yet strangely comforting.
Before Qasim could even take a step forward to help, Rick was there, pulling Gloria close with a surprising intimacy.
"Easy there, tiger," Rick murmured, his voice low and soothing in her ear. "I've got you."
The sudden closeness of Gloria to Rick sent a jolt of electricity zinging through her veins, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a caged bird, threatening to burst free from its confines.
As Rick held her tight, Gloria could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her own, his breath brushing against her neck like a whisper of warmth on a chilly night. His presence was like a magnet, drawing her in with a magnetic force she couldn't resist, even if she tried.
In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch out like a taffy pulled too thin. Gloria found herself drowning in the intensity of the connection, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. The heat emanating from Rick's body wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, his scent swirling around her in a heady whirlwind of desires.
Just when she thought she might lose herself completely in the intoxicating closeness, Rick tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer against his chest. The sudden movement sent Gloria stumbling forward, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as she fought to regain her balance.
"Rick, what on earth are you doing here?" Gloria's voice trembled slightly as she met Rick's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and confusion. Despite the chaotic situation they found themselves in, there was an undeniable sense of vulnerability in her expression, as if the events unfolding had stripped away layers of pretense and revealed the raw emotions beneath.
Rick couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through him as he looked into Gloria's eyes, his own heart racing with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. It was as if time had slowed down, allowing him to fully absorb the intensity of the moment.
With a playful glint in his eye, Rick leaned in closer to Gloria, his breath mingling with hers in the charged air between them. "Well, what do you think?" he teased, his voice low and husky, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe you were hoping I'd come to rescue you."
"And I just couldn't resist the chance to see you," Rick teased.
Gloria's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink at Rick's bold words, a subtle indication of the effect he had on her. There was an undeniable spark of attraction between them.
Gloria's heart raced as Rick's breath ghosted across her skin, igniting a spark of desire that she hadn't expected. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. This was no time for distractions, not with everything that was happening around them.
Meanwhile, Qasim watched the exchange unfold with a mixture of astonishment and discomfort. His mind raced as he struggled to process the unexpected intimacy between Rick and Gloria.
Qasim stood frozen in shock. He felt like an intruder, witnessing a moment that was meant for someone else. Discomfort gnawed at him, mingling with the disbelief that clouded his thoughts. He struggled to comprehend what he was seeing, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene playing out before him.
As Rick enveloped Gloria in his arms, the warmth of their embrace seemed to fill the room, casting a spell over the atmosphere. Qasim, caught in the moment, found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the intimate scene unfolding before him. He watched, his heart fluttering with a mixture of curiosity and discomfort, as if witnessing something both captivating and unsettling.
As time stretched on, Qasim's unease morphed into something else entirely. A rush of desire surged through him, unexpected and overwhelming. He shifted uncomfortably, feeling the telltale signs of arousal stirring within him. With a sense of panic, he realized that his body was betraying him, responding to the scene before him in a way he hadn't anticipated.
In a desperate attempt to conceal his reaction, Qasim's hands moved instinctively downward, seeking to hide the evidence of his arousal. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he fumbled awkwardly, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. With shaky hands, he attempted to discreetly adjust himself, hoping to conceal the undeniable proof of his body's betrayal.
As he struggled to regain his composure, a wave of self-consciousness washed over him. He prayed that Rick and Gloria hadn't noticed his momentary lapse, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. It was a moment he wished he could erase, a reminder of the unpredictable power of desire.
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[A/N: Another Milestone Achieved... Please read my other story as well:
A Journey Of Retribution: To Kill Everyone
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