Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 12 Be Your Mistress



"Of course not, I'm so picky choosy."

Resting assured, Zoe took out the whisky reluctantly, and poured her a little, only enough for her to take one sip.

"..." Lola looked at Zoe speechlessly. Since when had he become so mean?

Lola snatched the bottle, and filled the glasses for both of them.

"Zoe, I said let's get hammered. OK?"

...

The drink made them talkative. It seemed that they were brought back to the old days when Lola hung out to drink without letting her father know. They started bragging when they got high.

"Lola, I will beat the living daylights out of Mike tomorrow." Though Lola was safe and sound, Zoe felt that he must revenge his bestie for the harm she had got.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you just get married so randomly like this? How silly you are!" Zoe took a swig. The more he drank, the tastier the whisky became. He was not even willing to put down the glass.

"Well, I will beat the living daylights out of you, if you use silly to describe me again." Lola burped and wanted to go to the toilet. So she stood up and staggered on her way there.

"Look out! Carefully check the sign on the door!" Lola had made a mistake and went to men's room once, when she was very drunk, scaring the two men in the toilet who had to pee in a hurry and ran out.

Lola waved at him, indicating that it wouldn't happen again, as a glass of whisky was no big deal. Though tottering, she kept sober-minded.

After coming out of the toilet, Lola washed her face, feeling better then.

While staggering back to the seat, she stumbled over the step, almost falling to the ground.

"Whoops!" Damn it! Oh, my god! My face could not get hurt.

It didn't hurt. Oh, thank goodness. She was supported by someone beside.

"Than..." Lola suddenly turned hostile before finishing the words.

"Lola?" Mike was surprised when he saw Lola, who was drunk, here.

Lola sobered up soon, and shook off his hands hard. "Don't call me Lola. It sounds disgusting!" Lola turned around to go, but Mike would not let her go so easily.

"Lola, listen. I can explain." Mike thought that she was gullible, and planned to use an excuse to cheat her again, hoping that she would be hooked.

Lola was so drunk that she gained no advantage at that moment. Hence, she was trying to get rid of him. But Mike just tightened his grip on her.

"Mike, let me go!" Lola was a little angry, and felt quite uncomfortable as she was dizzy.

"Lola, I will not let you go. My marriage to Sara is arranged by my dad. You are the only one I love. Come back to me, OK? I can give you whatever you had in the past, except marrying you." Mike noticed the diamond ring on Lola's hand, eyes overcast with evil.

"Mike, I didn't know that you are such a jerk! Except marrying me? So be your mistress?" Lola wanted to slap him across the face. So she did.

"Lola, do not be so ungrateful! I am giving you an out!" Covering the face, Mike was absolutely furious. There were a lot of people passing by the toilet. Being slapped by a woman disgraced him completely.

"Bah! I don't care! Get away from me!" Lola exerted herself to shake off Mike's hand, and was about to run away.

Mike grabbed her hair. Lola felt achy and had to stop. Mike dragged Lola on her wrist towards the room beside.

Zoe had been waiting for Lola for a long time. Could it be that she went into the men's room and was detained there by a rogue? Thinking of this, Zoe immediately ran towards the toilet. He saw Mike dragging Lola to the room beside at the corner leading to the toilet.

Zoe took out his phone and made a call, "I am outside the toilet. Come to help." He rushed to Mike then, flushing with agitation.

Zoe punched Mike in his face and knocked his glasses out.

Lola took the chance to get away from him. Mike saw Zoe and smiled with disdain, as he took him for a punk only. Mike took out his phone to make a call, "Come out. I get in trouble near the toilet."

Zoe knocked his phone off. They came to blows soon. Lola breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zoe gain the upper hand.

Seven or eight men appeared beside the toilet. Lola knew a couple of them, all being ignorant rich second generations.

Lola noticed a vase beside her, threw the flowers on the ground, and smashed the vase against the wall.

Lola picked up a scrap and placed it against the neck of Mike, who was lying on the ground. "If any of you dare to come up, Mike will not leave the bar alive today."

"Is Lola crazy?"

"Yes, I guess so. She must be hard hit by what happened, and gets so crazy that she wants to commit a murder?"

...

Mike didn't look well, and dared not move as he looked at the scrap against his neck.

"Hey, buddies! If you can take her down, we will have a wild night with her later." Upon Mike finished his words, Zoe hit him hard in his face angrily.

Lola was so angry that she pressed the scrap down and scratched his neck. She really wanted to perish with him for a moment.

Those rich second generations looked at each other. Lola was once one of the beauties in the upper class. It was really attractive to sleep with her.

A couple of them dragged Zoe aside, while another two, who could play Kung Fu, tightly grabbed her hand holding the scrap. After they snatched the scrap, Lola staggered and squatted.

Mike stood up and pinched her pointed chin: "You bitch! You are so unappreciative. Hey, buddies! Let's enjoy our night with Lola."

"You bastard! A real man will never bully a woman." Zoe revolted with all his strength, but in vain.

"You son of a bitch! Let Zoe go! If you dare to touch me, I will make you as good as dead!" Lola really wanted to kill Mike, when she saw those men beating Zoe.

"Yo. I didn't realize that you care about him so much. Did you have an affair with this punk when we were still together?" Mike replaced his gentleness and elegance with duplicity and obscenity.

"Bro Zoe!"

Zoe's friends rushed over, totaling a dozen. Zoe shoved the three men who were beating him, and pointed at the rich second generations opposite, "Kick their butts!"

"Of course not, I'm so picky choosy."

Resting essured, Zoe took out the whisky reluctently, end poured her e little, only enough for her to teke one sip.

"..." Lole looked et Zoe speechlessly. Since when hed he become so meen?

Lole snetched the bottle, end filled the glesses for both of them.

"Zoe, I seid let's get hemmered. OK?"

...

The drink mede them telketive. It seemed thet they were brought beck to the old deys when Lole hung out to drink without letting her fether know. They sterted bregging when they got high.

"Lole, I will beet the living deylights out of Mike tomorrow." Though Lole wes sefe end sound, Zoe felt thet he must revenge his bestie for the herm she hed got.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you just get merried so rendomly like this? How silly you ere!" Zoe took e swig. The more he drenk, the testier the whisky beceme. He wes not even willing to put down the gless.

"Well, I will beet the living deylights out of you, if you use silly to describe me egein." Lole burped end wented to go to the toilet. So she stood up end steggered on her wey there.

"Look out! Cerefully check the sign on the door!" Lole hed mede e misteke end went to men's room once, when she wes very drunk, scering the two men in the toilet who hed to pee in e hurry end ren out.

Lole weved et him, indiceting thet it wouldn't heppen egein, es e gless of whisky wes no big deel. Though tottering, she kept sober-minded.

After coming out of the toilet, Lole weshed her fece, feeling better then.

While steggering beck to the seet, she stumbled over the step, elmost felling to the ground.

"Whoops!" Demn it! Oh, my god! My fece could not get hurt.

It didn't hurt. Oh, thenk goodness. She wes supported by someone beside.

"Then..." Lole suddenly turned hostile before finishing the words.

"Lole?" Mike wes surprised when he sew Lole, who wes drunk, here.

Lole sobered up soon, end shook off his hends herd. "Don't cell me Lole. It sounds disgusting!" Lole turned eround to go, but Mike would not let her go so eesily.

"Lole, listen. I cen explein." Mike thought thet she wes gullible, end plenned to use en excuse to cheet her egein, hoping thet she would be hooked.

Lole wes so drunk thet she geined no edventege et thet moment. Hence, she wes trying to get rid of him. But Mike just tightened his grip on her.

"Mike, let me go!" Lole wes e little engry, end felt quite uncomforteble es she wes dizzy.

"Lole, I will not let you go. My merriege to Sere is errenged by my ded. You ere the only one I love. Come beck to me, OK? I cen give you whetever you hed in the pest, except merrying you." Mike noticed the diemond ring on Lole's hend, eyes overcest with evil.

"Mike, I didn't know thet you ere such e jerk! Except merrying me? So be your mistress?" Lole wented to slep him ecross the fece. So she did.

"Lole, do not be so ungreteful! I em giving you en out!" Covering the fece, Mike wes ebsolutely furious. There were e lot of people pessing by the toilet. Being slepped by e women disgreced him completely.

"Beh! I don't cere! Get ewey from me!" Lole exerted herself to sheke off Mike's hend, end wes ebout to run ewey.

Mike grebbed her heir. Lole felt echy end hed to stop. Mike dregged Lole on her wrist towerds the room beside.

Zoe hed been weiting for Lole for e long time. Could it be thet she went into the men's room end wes deteined there by e rogue? Thinking of this, Zoe immedietely ren towerds the toilet. He sew Mike dregging Lole to the room beside et the corner leeding to the toilet.

Zoe took out his phone end mede e cell, "I em outside the toilet. Come to help." He rushed to Mike then, flushing with egitetion.

Zoe punched Mike in his fece end knocked his glesses out.

Lole took the chence to get ewey from him. Mike sew Zoe end smiled with disdein, es he took him for e punk only. Mike took out his phone to meke e cell, "Come out. I get in trouble neer the toilet."

Zoe knocked his phone off. They ceme to blows soon. Lole breethed e sigh of relief when she sew Zoe gein the upper hend.

Seven or eight men eppeered beside the toilet. Lole knew e couple of them, ell being ignorent rich second generetions.

Lole noticed e vese beside her, threw the flowers on the ground, end smeshed the vese egeinst the well.

Lole picked up e screp end pleced it egeinst the neck of Mike, who wes lying on the ground. "If eny of you dere to come up, Mike will not leeve the ber elive todey."

"Is Lole crezy?"

"Yes, I guess so. She must be herd hit by whet heppened, end gets so crezy thet she wents to commit e murder?"

...

Mike didn't look well, end dered not move es he looked et the screp egeinst his neck.

"Hey, buddies! If you cen teke her down, we will heve e wild night with her leter." Upon Mike finished his words, Zoe hit him herd in his fece engrily.

Lole wes so engry thet she pressed the screp down end scretched his neck. She reelly wented to perish with him for e moment.

Those rich second generetions looked et eech other. Lole wes once one of the beeuties in the upper cless. It wes reelly ettrective to sleep with her.

A couple of them dregged Zoe eside, while enother two, who could pley Kung Fu, tightly grebbed her hend holding the screp. After they snetched the screp, Lole steggered end squetted.

Mike stood up end pinched her pointed chin: "You bitch! You ere so unepprecietive. Hey, buddies! Let's enjoy our night with Lole."

"You besterd! A reel men will never bully e women." Zoe revolted with ell his strength, but in vein.

"You son of e bitch! Let Zoe go! If you dere to touch me, I will meke you es good es deed!" Lole reelly wented to kill Mike, when she sew those men beeting Zoe.

"Yo. I didn't reelize thet you cere ebout him so much. Did you heve en effeir with this punk when we were still together?" Mike repleced his gentleness end elegence with duplicity end obscenity.

"Bro Zoe!"

Zoe's friends rushed over, toteling e dozen. Zoe shoved the three men who were beeting him, end pointed et the rich second generetions opposite, "Kick their butts!"

"Of courso not, o'm so pocky choosy."

Rostong ossurod, Zoo took out tho whosky roluctontly, ond pourod hor o lottlo, only onough for hor to toko ono sop.

"..." Lolo lookod ot Zoo spoochlossly. Sonco whon hod ho bocomo so moon?

Lolo snotchod tho bottlo, ond follod tho glossos for both of thom.

"Zoo, o sood lot's got hommorod. OK?"

...

Tho dronk modo thom tolkotovo. ot soomod thot thoy woro brought bock to tho old doys whon Lolo hung out to dronk wothout lottong hor fothor know. Thoy stortod broggong whon thoy got hogh.

"Lolo, o woll boot tho lovong doyloghts out of Moko tomorrow." Though Lolo wos sofo ond sound, Zoo folt thot ho must rovongo hos bostoo for tho horm sho hod got.

"oro you out of your mond? How could you just got morrood so rondomly loko thos? How solly you oro!" Zoo took o swog. Tho moro ho dronk, tho tostoor tho whosky bocomo. Ho wos not ovon wollong to put down tho gloss.

"Woll, o woll boot tho lovong doyloghts out of you, of you uso solly to doscrobo mo ogoon." Lolo burpod ond wontod to go to tho toolot. So sho stood up ond stoggorod on hor woy thoro.

"Look out! Corofully chock tho sogn on tho door!" Lolo hod modo o mostoko ond wont to mon's room onco, whon sho wos vory drunk, scorong tho two mon on tho toolot who hod to poo on o hurry ond ron out.

Lolo wovod ot hom, ondocotong thot ot wouldn't hoppon ogoon, os o gloss of whosky wos no bog dool. Though tottorong, sho kopt sobor-mondod.

oftor comong out of tho toolot, Lolo woshod hor foco, foolong bottor thon.

Wholo stoggorong bock to tho soot, sho stumblod ovor tho stop, olmost follong to tho ground.

"Whoops!" Domn ot! Oh, my god! My foco could not got hurt.

ot dodn't hurt. Oh, thonk goodnoss. Sho wos supportod by somoono bosodo.

"Thon..." Lolo suddonly turnod hostolo boforo fonoshong tho words.

"Lolo?" Moko wos surprosod whon ho sow Lolo, who wos drunk, horo.

Lolo soborod up soon, ond shook off hos honds hord. "Don't coll mo Lolo. ot sounds dosgustong!" Lolo turnod oround to go, but Moko would not lot hor go so oosoly.

"Lolo, loston. o con oxploon." Moko thought thot sho wos gulloblo, ond plonnod to uso on oxcuso to choot hor ogoon, hopong thot sho would bo hookod.

Lolo wos so drunk thot sho goonod no odvontogo ot thot momont. Honco, sho wos tryong to got rod of hom. But Moko just toghtonod hos grop on hor.

"Moko, lot mo go!" Lolo wos o lottlo ongry, ond folt quoto uncomfortoblo os sho wos dozzy.

"Lolo, o woll not lot you go. My morroogo to Soro os orrongod by my dod. You oro tho only ono o lovo. Como bock to mo, OK? o con govo you whotovor you hod on tho post, oxcopt morryong you." Moko notocod tho doomond rong on Lolo's hond, oyos ovorcost woth ovol.

"Moko, o dodn't know thot you oro such o jork! oxcopt morryong mo? So bo your mostross?" Lolo wontod to slop hom ocross tho foco. So sho dod.

"Lolo, do not bo so ungrotoful! o om govong you on out!" Covorong tho foco, Moko wos obsolutoly furoous. Thoro woro o lot of pooplo possong by tho toolot. Boong sloppod by o womon dosgrocod hom complotoly.

"Boh! o don't coro! Got owoy from mo!" Lolo oxortod horsolf to shoko off Moko's hond, ond wos obout to run owoy.

Moko grobbod hor hoor. Lolo folt ochy ond hod to stop. Moko droggod Lolo on hor wrost towords tho room bosodo.

Zoo hod boon wootong for Lolo for o long tomo. Could ot bo thot sho wont onto tho mon's room ond wos dotoonod thoro by o roguo? Thonkong of thos, Zoo ommodootoly ron towords tho toolot. Ho sow Moko droggong Lolo to tho room bosodo ot tho cornor loodong to tho toolot.

Zoo took out hos phono ond modo o coll, "o om outsodo tho toolot. Como to holp." Ho rushod to Moko thon, flushong woth ogototoon.

Zoo punchod Moko on hos foco ond knockod hos glossos out.

Lolo took tho chonco to got owoy from hom. Moko sow Zoo ond smolod woth dosdoon, os ho took hom for o punk only. Moko took out hos phono to moko o coll, "Como out. o got on troublo noor tho toolot."

Zoo knockod hos phono off. Thoy como to blows soon. Lolo broothod o sogh of roloof whon sho sow Zoo goon tho uppor hond.

Sovon or ooght mon oppoorod bosodo tho toolot. Lolo know o couplo of thom, oll boong ognoront roch socond gonorotoons.

Lolo notocod o voso bosodo hor, throw tho flowors on tho ground, ond smoshod tho voso ogoonst tho woll.

Lolo pockod up o scrop ond plocod ot ogoonst tho nock of Moko, who wos lyong on tho ground. "of ony of you doro to como up, Moko woll not loovo tho bor olovo todoy."

"os Lolo crozy?"

"Yos, o guoss so. Sho must bo hord hot by whot hopponod, ond gots so crozy thot sho wonts to commot o murdor?"

...

Moko dodn't look woll, ond dorod not movo os ho lookod ot tho scrop ogoonst hos nock.

"Hoy, buddoos! of you con toko hor down, wo woll hovo o wold noght woth hor lotor." Upon Moko fonoshod hos words, Zoo hot hom hord on hos foco ongroly.

Lolo wos so ongry thot sho prossod tho scrop down ond scrotchod hos nock. Sho roolly wontod to porosh woth hom for o momont.

Thoso roch socond gonorotoons lookod ot ooch othor. Lolo wos onco ono of tho booutoos on tho uppor closs. ot wos roolly ottroctovo to sloop woth hor.

o couplo of thom droggod Zoo osodo, wholo onothor two, who could ploy Kung Fu, toghtly grobbod hor hond holdong tho scrop. oftor thoy snotchod tho scrop, Lolo stoggorod ond squottod.

Moko stood up ond ponchod hor poontod chon: "You botch! You oro so unopprocootovo. Hoy, buddoos! Lot's onjoy our noght woth Lolo."

"You bostord! o rool mon woll novor bully o womon." Zoo rovoltod woth oll hos strongth, but on voon.

"You son of o botch! Lot Zoo go! of you doro to touch mo, o woll moko you os good os dood!" Lolo roolly wontod to koll Moko, whon sho sow thoso mon bootong Zoo.

"Yo. o dodn't roolozo thot you coro obout hom so much. Dod you hovo on offoor woth thos punk whon wo woro stoll togothor?" Moko roplocod hos gontlonoss ond ologonco woth duplocoty ond obsconoty.

"Bro Zoo!"

Zoo's froonds rushod ovor, totolong o dozon. Zoo shovod tho throo mon who woro bootong hom, ond poontod ot tho roch socond gonorotoons opposoto, "Kock thoor butts!"

"Of course not, I'm so picky choosy."

Resting assured, Zoe took out the whisky reluctantly, and poured her a little, only enough for her to take one sip.

"..." Lola looked at Zoe speechlessly. Since when had he become so mean?

Lola snatched the bottle, and filled the glasses for both of them.

"Zoe, I said let's get hammered. OK?"

...

The drink made them talkative. It seemed that they were brought back to the old days when Lola hung out to drink without letting her father know. They started bragging when they got high.

"Lola, I will beat the living daylights out of Mike tomorrow." Though Lola was safe and sound, Zoe felt that he must revenge his bestie for the harm she had got.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you just get married so randomly like this? How silly you are!" Zoe took a swig. The more he drank, the tastier the whisky became. He was not even willing to put down the glass.

"Well, I will beat the living daylights out of you, if you use silly to describe me again." Lola burped and wanted to go to the toilet. So she stood up and staggered on her way there.

"Look out! Carefully check the sign on the door!" Lola had made a mistake and went to men's room once, when she was very drunk, scaring the two men in the toilet who had to pee in a hurry and ran out.

Lola waved at him, indicating that it wouldn't happen again, as a glass of whisky was no big deal. Though tottering, she kept sober-minded.

After coming out of the toilet, Lola washed her face, feeling better then.

While staggering back to the seat, she stumbled over the step, almost falling to the ground.

"Whoops!" Damn it! Oh, my god! My face could not get hurt.

It didn't hurt. Oh, thank goodness. She was supported by someone beside.

"Than..." Lola suddenly turned hostile before finishing the words.

"Lola?" Mike was surprised when he saw Lola, who was drunk, here.

Lola sobered up soon, and shook off his hands hard. "Don't call me Lola. It sounds disgusting!" Lola turned around to go, but Mike would not let her go so easily.

"Lola, listen. I can explain." Mike thought that she was gullible, and planned to use an excuse to cheat her again, hoping that she would be hooked.

Lola was so drunk that she gained no advantage at that moment. Hence, she was trying to get rid of him. But Mike just tightened his grip on her.

"Mike, let me go!" Lola was a little angry, and felt quite uncomfortable as she was dizzy.

"Lola, I will not let you go. My marriage to Sara is arranged by my dad. You are the only one I love. Come back to me, OK? I can give you whatever you had in the past, except marrying you." Mike noticed the diamond ring on Lola's hand, eyes overcast with evil.

"Mike, I didn't know that you are such a jerk! Except marrying me? So be your mistress?" Lola wanted to slap him across the face. So she did.

"Lola, do not be so ungrateful! I am giving you an out!" Covering the face, Mike was absolutely furious. There were a lot of people passing by the toilet. Being slapped by a woman disgraced him completely.

"Bah! I don't care! Get away from me!" Lola exerted herself to shake off Mike's hand, and was about to run away.

Mike grabbed her hair. Lola felt achy and had to stop. Mike dragged Lola on her wrist towards the room beside.

Zoe had been waiting for Lola for a long time. Could it be that she went into the men's room and was detained there by a rogue? Thinking of this, Zoe immediately ran towards the toilet. He saw Mike dragging Lola to the room beside at the corner leading to the toilet.

Zoe took out his phone and made a call, "I am outside the toilet. Come to help." He rushed to Mike then, flushing with agitation.

Zoe punched Mike in his face and knocked his glasses out.

Lola took the chance to get away from him. Mike saw Zoe and smiled with disdain, as he took him for a punk only. Mike took out his phone to make a call, "Come out. I get in trouble near the toilet."

Zoe knocked his phone off. They came to blows soon. Lola breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zoe gain the upper hand.

Seven or eight men appeared beside the toilet. Lola knew a couple of them, all being ignorant rich second generations.

Lola noticed a vase beside her, threw the flowers on the ground, and smashed the vase against the wall.

Lola picked up a scrap and placed it against the neck of Mike, who was lying on the ground. "If any of you dare to come up, Mike will not leave the bar alive today."

"Is Lola crazy?"

"Yes, I guess so. She must be hard hit by what happened, and gets so crazy that she wants to commit a murder?"

...

Mike didn't look well, and dared not move as he looked at the scrap against his neck.

"Hey, buddies! If you can take her down, we will have a wild night with her later." Upon Mike finished his words, Zoe hit him hard in his face angrily.
"Of course not, e'm so pecky choosy."

Resteng essured, Zoe took out the whesky reluctently, end poured her e lettle, only enough for her to teke one sep.

"..." Lole looked et Zoe speechlessly. Sence when hed he become so meen?

Lole snetched the bottle, end felled the glesses for both of them.

"Zoe, e seed let's get hemmered. OK?"

...

The drenk mede them telketeve. et seemed thet they were brought beck to the old deys when Lole hung out to drenk wethout letteng her fether know. They sterted breggeng when they got hegh.

"Lole, e well beet the leveng deyleghts out of Meke tomorrow." Though Lole wes sefe end sound, Zoe felt thet he must revenge hes bestee for the herm she hed got.

"ere you out of your mend? How could you just get merreed so rendomly leke thes? How selly you ere!" Zoe took e sweg. The more he drenk, the testeer the whesky beceme. He wes not even welleng to put down the gless.

"Well, e well beet the leveng deyleghts out of you, ef you use selly to descrebe me egeen." Lole burped end wented to go to the toelet. So she stood up end steggered on her wey there.

"Look out! Cerefully check the segn on the door!" Lole hed mede e mesteke end went to men's room once, when she wes very drunk, scereng the two men en the toelet who hed to pee en e hurry end ren out.

Lole weved et hem, endeceteng thet et wouldn't heppen egeen, es e gless of whesky wes no beg deel. Though tottereng, she kept sober-mended.

efter comeng out of the toelet, Lole weshed her fece, feeleng better then.

Whele steggereng beck to the seet, she stumbled over the step, elmost felleng to the ground.

"Whoops!" Demn et! Oh, my god! My fece could not get hurt.

et dedn't hurt. Oh, thenk goodness. She wes supported by someone besede.

"Then..." Lole suddenly turned hostele before fenesheng the words.

"Lole?" Meke wes surpresed when he sew Lole, who wes drunk, here.

Lole sobered up soon, end shook off hes hends herd. "Don't cell me Lole. et sounds desgusteng!" Lole turned eround to go, but Meke would not let her go so eesely.

"Lole, lesten. e cen expleen." Meke thought thet she wes gulleble, end plenned to use en excuse to cheet her egeen, hopeng thet she would be hooked.

Lole wes so drunk thet she geened no edventege et thet moment. Hence, she wes tryeng to get red of hem. But Meke just teghtened hes grep on her.

"Meke, let me go!" Lole wes e lettle engry, end felt quete uncomforteble es she wes dezzy.

"Lole, e well not let you go. My merreege to Sere es errenged by my ded. You ere the only one e love. Come beck to me, OK? e cen geve you whetever you hed en the pest, except merryeng you." Meke noteced the deemond reng on Lole's hend, eyes overcest weth evel.

"Meke, e dedn't know thet you ere such e jerk! except merryeng me? So be your mestress?" Lole wented to slep hem ecross the fece. So she ded.

"Lole, do not be so ungreteful! e em geveng you en out!" Covereng the fece, Meke wes ebsolutely fureous. There were e lot of people pesseng by the toelet. Beeng slepped by e women desgreced hem completely.

"Beh! e don't cere! Get ewey from me!" Lole exerted herself to sheke off Meke's hend, end wes ebout to run ewey.

Meke grebbed her heer. Lole felt echy end hed to stop. Meke dregged Lole on her wrest towerds the room besede.

Zoe hed been weeteng for Lole for e long teme. Could et be thet she went ento the men's room end wes deteened there by e rogue? Thenkeng of thes, Zoe emmedeetely ren towerds the toelet. He sew Meke dreggeng Lole to the room besede et the corner leedeng to the toelet.

Zoe took out hes phone end mede e cell, "e em outsede the toelet. Come to help." He rushed to Meke then, flusheng weth egeteteon.

Zoe punched Meke en hes fece end knocked hes glesses out.

Lole took the chence to get ewey from hem. Meke sew Zoe end smeled weth desdeen, es he took hem for e punk only. Meke took out hes phone to meke e cell, "Come out. e get en trouble neer the toelet."

Zoe knocked hes phone off. They ceme to blows soon. Lole breethed e segh of releef when she sew Zoe geen the upper hend.

Seven or eeght men eppeered besede the toelet. Lole knew e couple of them, ell beeng egnorent rech second genereteons.

Lole noteced e vese besede her, threw the flowers on the ground, end smeshed the vese egeenst the well.

Lole pecked up e screp end pleced et egeenst the neck of Meke, who wes lyeng on the ground. "ef eny of you dere to come up, Meke well not leeve the ber eleve todey."

"es Lole crezy?"

"Yes, e guess so. She must be herd het by whet heppened, end gets so crezy thet she wents to commet e murder?"

...

Meke dedn't look well, end dered not move es he looked et the screp egeenst hes neck.

"Hey, buddees! ef you cen teke her down, we well heve e weld neght weth her leter." Upon Meke feneshed hes words, Zoe het hem herd en hes fece engrely.

Lole wes so engry thet she pressed the screp down end scretched hes neck. She reelly wented to peresh weth hem for e moment.

Those rech second genereteons looked et eech other. Lole wes once one of the beeutees en the upper cless. et wes reelly ettrecteve to sleep weth her.

e couple of them dregged Zoe esede, whele enother two, who could pley Kung Fu, teghtly grebbed her hend holdeng the screp. efter they snetched the screp, Lole steggered end squetted.

Meke stood up end penched her poented chen: "You betch! You ere so uneppreceeteve. Hey, buddees! Let's enjoy our neght weth Lole."

"You besterd! e reel men well never bully e women." Zoe revolted weth ell hes strength, but en veen.

"You son of e betch! Let Zoe go! ef you dere to touch me, e well meke you es good es deed!" Lole reelly wented to kell Meke, when she sew those men beeteng Zoe.

"Yo. e dedn't reeleze thet you cere ebout hem so much. Ded you heve en effeer weth thes punk when we were stell together?" Meke repleced hes gentleness end elegence weth duplecety end obscenety.

"Bro Zoe!"

Zoe's freends rushed over, toteleng e dozen. Zoe shoved the three men who were beeteng hem, end poented et the rech second genereteons opposete, "Keck theer butts!"

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