Spoiled Plans

"It's hot… so hot…" she muttered pulling her body from her seat she sat on the man's lap and sighed in relief, but that didn't end there, she started rubbing her body against his intimately.

The green-eyed man's eyes widened as she did that, he looked at the delicate looking girl in his arms and wondered what was wrong with her. Her body was hot out of a sudden, and he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. His eyes looked at the bar attender who'd been observing them for quite some time now, and he narrowed them when the bar attender turned to the other side.

He looked at the lady on his laps who was continuously rubbing her body on his, and he frowned.

"Miss," he called, but all he got was a soft moan as her reply.

He groaned and cursed, he could feel his little buddy down there coming to life, and he didn't want that. He has to stop her.

"You should know what you're doing has repercussions, right?" He bent and whispered in her ear.

Genevieve minds was now flooded with just one thing, and that was to relive herself of the burning heat within her. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the little relief their connected bodies gave to her.

She could barely hear a thing the man was saying, all she wanted was to stop the heat that was now causing her some pains.

"Miss." The man shook her again.

But her eyes were still closed, her body has begun to move faster as she rubbed against his body.

The man groaned and held her hips from moving, she let out incoherent words and held the man's shoulder.

"Please…. Help me." She pleaded. She placed her head on his chest and the next thing the man heard was light sniffing, then a little crying and finally, she cried out.

The green-eyed man was perplexed about what to do with the lady.

"Miss, why are you crying?" He knew why. Someone broke her heart, someone made his plaything cry, and he was so going to make that bastard pay.

"He's a bastard, an asshole." She muttered, hiring the man's chest as more tears sprouted from her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." The man sighed when she shook her head, he took hold of her chin and brought her head up slowly.

He made her open her eyes and said, "You have to stop crying over some bastard who isn't worth crying for." He began, but that didn't stop her tears from coming out.

He sighed then use his thumbs to wipe off her tears, "You don't want to give him the satisfaction that he's broke you, right?" He asked, hoping for that to work.

And of course, it did, Genevieve was someone who didn't admit defeat easily. She was ready to battle with anyone even if she has one of her limbs cut off, she was a fighter and will continue being a fighter.

She shook her head and the man smiled, "then stop crying over him. Have a great night and be merry that you're no longer dating a bastard." He encouraged.

Genevieve smiled, she felt grateful for having this man beside her and even though she hated his company and presence, he wasn't that bad of it.

She looked at him with her teary eyes and held his chin, she groaned again when that familiar hotness started. 'What is wrong with me?' She thought.

"You look cute Sir, how about…." She blinked and thought of something. Her eyes stared at the man before her and let her eyes trail on his face. He was handsome, cute and also her type. Why doesn't she use this medium to go with her earlier plans? It wouldn't be that bad to sleep with Mr. handsome here and get pregnant for him. Thinking about it, Genevieve imagined a miniature version of herself and this cute Mr., she smiled. Their baby would be so cute with how strong their genes were.

"I think it's time for you to go home, miss, you're drunk and need some sleep." The green-eyed man advice and made to stand up, but Genevieve quickly held him down by pressing on his shoulders.

She shook her head, causing her hair to fall over her face, with a giggle she pulled it back.

"I… I don't want to go home, mister." She said.

The man looked at her and sighed, he knew watching a drunk Eve was fun but taking a drunk Eve was tedious.

"I have to take you home…. Okay, how about you tell me your home address, and then we will leave?" He requested, but all he got instead was a loud smack on his chest.

He gasped and stared at the lady on his laps that was glaring at him.

"I…said I don't want to leave." She let out an unladylike burp and giggled again after that.

"I want you to help me, mister." She stammered, but he was still able to get her words.

"With what? Taking you home?" He ruffled his hair. This wasn't the plan, he didn't come here to take care of a drunk Eve. He was losing his wit and any more from her, he was going to leave her here in this lion den.

"No….I want you to help me relieve this pain." She licked her dried lips. She looked at the table behind her, then smiled when she saw the glass, but her smile fell when she found it empty.

"I want more." She whined.

"That's it Eve, we need to leave." The man got up with her in his laps. He has had enough of her tantrums, and he needed to leave before he will blow up. He sighed and mumbled something under his breath when she wasn't cooperating, he looked at the bar man who had been staring at them and beckoned on him to come over.

Roland gulped and walked over with shaky hands, he knew he had messed up and was going to face that devil later, but now he had to attend to him.

"Yes bo…. Sir." He changed his words quickly when he saw the look on the man's face.

"Take care of her things and get me a key to one of the rooms upstairs." He ordered, still trying to get Genevieve to stand properly.

"Yes boss." He nodded and rushed out of his presence. When he was out of the room, he let out a sigh of relief, he was grateful that the man didn't suspect a thing. As he walked towards the receptionist, he couldn't help but smile, at least he was grateful he spoiled that devil's plan.