Their eyes met, and Inara's heart raced as the man gripped both of her shoulders. Jeki stared deeply into Inara's eyes until the girl was too afraid to look back at him.
"What do you want?"
"Don't ever say you're not interested in me, miss. There are plenty of women out there who are dying for my touch."
"Don't compare me to the women you meet!" Inara said firmly.
Inara roughly brushed Jeki's hands away. But it wasn't the man who got hurt—instead, she was the one who felt the pain.
"Ow!"
"Oh my God, does it hurt?" Jeki asked, immediately taking her hand. He even gently rubbed it.
"Pretty strong for just an arm."
"The others are stronger," Jeki said.
The woman immediately stared at Jeki intently. The room fell silent for a moment before the man's face moved closer and closer. When he managed to brush her lips, the woman turned her face away.
Smack!
A sweet kiss landed on Inara's cheek. Slowly, she touched her own face.
"Are you sure you don't want to rent me to satisfy you tonight?" Jeki asked.
Inara felt uncomfortable hearing the man's question. She pushed Jeki away and said, "Don't be crazy!"
Crash!
Jeki fell to the floor from the forceful shove. His face looked like he was holding back the pain.
"Arghhh!"
"My back, miss."
"What happened?" Inara rose from her seat, then moved behind the man.
"Oh my God!"
"What is it?"
"Your shirt's torn. Your back is bleeding."
The shove had caused Jeki's back to scrape against the edge of the glass sofa table.
"Ah, that hurts."
"Wait."
Inara ran off somewhere to get a first-aid kit so she could treat the man's scrape right away. When she returned to the living room, Inara stopped in her tracks at the sight of a man's broad back.
Gulp!
Inara swallowed as she took in the view. Her heart pounded, and her blood rushed at the sight of Jeki looking so tempting from behind.
"His shoulders are so broad. Perfect for a man's build."
Slowly, she started walking toward him again. Once more, Inara was stunned by his perfectly sculpted abs.
"Zack."
"Miss."
"Let me treat you first."
Jeki positioned himself with his back to the woman. Inara quickly cleaned the blood from Jeki's back.
"Hold still."
"Yes, miss."
Minute after minute passed. Inara broke into a cold sweat with the two of them standing so close. The muscular back in front of her made her want to hug the man.
"Miss ... When am I going to work with you?" Jeki asked.
He received no answer because Inara was lost in thought, admiring the man's broad back.
"Miss."
Then Jeki turned around.
"Huh! What was that?"
"Why did you go quiet?" Jeki asked.
The young man could see Inara's gaze dropping toward his stomach. A faint smile spread clearly across his lips.
"Do you want to touch me?" Jeki asked, making Inara flustered.
"Huh? Touch what?"
"Anything you want. My abs or what's below them?"
Inara turned toward Jeki. The next second, Jeki pulled the woman closer by the nape of her neck. He slowly kissed Inara on the lips.
Smack!
Inara closed her eyes, feeling Jeki's supple lips against hers, along with his tempting faint mustache.
When he felt no resistance, Jeki pulled the woman's body even closer. His mouth began to open, and his tongue extended, trying to slip into Inara's mouth.
The woman began to lose herself in the treatment Jeki was giving her. Without realizing it, she opened her mouth too, allowing Jeki inside.
"Mmmph."
They exchanged saliva without feeling disgusted in the slightest. Inara's moans began to fill the room, making Jeki even more eager.
Just as Jeki was about to touch Inara's front, her phone rang, bringing their make-out session to a halt.
"Shh, don't make any noise," Inara told the man.
"Hello, bro."
"Where are you? I'm on my way to your house."
"Why are you coming over? I already told you, stop bothering me."
"Mom and Dad are the ones asking you to come home tonight."
"No! I'm busy. I'm not coming."
"If you won't come, I'll go to your house right now and force you to come with me."
"Rakha, I'm not home," Inara lied.
"I don't believe you."
Jeki could only watch Inara talk to another man over the phone.
"We're already broken up. There will be no engagement and no wedding."
"Oh, no ... I won't let you go. Don't think you can just run away from our wedding."
"I know you don't want this wedding called off because no one else wants you, right? That's why you need to watch your behavior. You're not changing—you're getting worse."
"That's your fault too. If you would just sleep with me, I wouldn't have to pay for women out there."
"You're crazy! You really are crazy. No woman could put up with your behavior. You're openly admitting that you sleep with other women."
"The important thing is that none of them got pregnant. You're the only one who's going to carry my child."
"I have no intention of carrying your child."
"Baby, come on, let's do it again. I'm not satisfied yet."
Inara's eyes widened when Jeki spoke in that deep voice.
"Whose voice was that?" Rakha asked. "You're always telling me not to pay for other women, while you're selling your body."
"Watch what you say."
Inara ended the call, then glared at Jeki, who was now grinning at her.
"Happy now that you talked like that?"
"Hehehe ... Not yet. We haven't even started."
"You damn boy toy. Now Rakha has the wrong idea. He thinks I'm sleeping with a man."
"Who is he? Your husband?"
"Disgusting! I would never marry a man who loves paying for women."
"So I'm not your type?"
"Obviously not. You're a male whore. Who knows how many women have already slept with you? You're disgusting!"
"I've lost count," Jeki said proudly. "Just so you know, I don't accept just any customer. Want to try me?"
"You're crazy! You're just as crazy as my former fiancé."
"Former fiancé," Jeki murmured.
"You can call me crazy all you want, but we already exchanged saliva. Got it?"
Inara covered her own mouth. "That kiss ... It was my first kiss, you idiot!"
Smack!
"Ow!" Jeki rubbed his face after Inara slapped him.
"Ugh ... Why did I have to give it to a cheap man like you?"
"That means you like my game. That's why you let me kiss you. Don't you want to feel my special talent?" Jeki asked, raising his eyebrows. "I guarantee you'll enjoy it."
"Don't provoke me, or you'll regret it. I can expose your identity right now. Got it?"
"O-okay, miss. I'm sorry."
"Now let me treat your back. After that, you can leave."