Second

The girl below him tried to move a little. Dave pressed against his body, making him speechless and unable to move anymore. Her eyes were dark brown, but clean, the girl looked back at him. Dave could see his reflection. He could smell the raspberry scent from her hair as she moved a little.

"Don't eat it Dave, she's just a little girl."

"Shut up Tomy, Mr. Dave, we're enjoying it."

"Close your eyes Jack, you're still a minor!"

"I'm almost twenty-five years old, watch your mouth Tomy!"

CEKREK!

CEKREK!

While Jack and Tomy's rambunctious habit continues, Harry takes pictures of their couple's drama tonight. Lisa, the girl who accidentally got into the elevator, bumped into Dave and was getting ready to be eaten by him.

"Get away from me!" Lisa spoke up, sounding flat and sharp. Dave looked at her. Lisa's gaze was flat and sharp. Back trying to escape from the pressure of Dave's body.

"Heh," Dave's lips lifted slightly, he was getting interested in Lisa's attitude. Not like the seductive voices of women that he often heard. Her gaze didn't look fake either.

Was the girl playing tug-of-war with him?

"How can I let you go first when you throw yourself at me?" Dave whispered deep beside Lisa's ear, sounding mischievous. He pressed his forehead against Lisa's, smiling mischievously.

"RUBBISH!" Lisa bumped her head and Dave's head hard. Dave grimaced, not expecting Lisa to return his seduction with a hard smack.

Lisa fought back when she saw her opponent was getting off guard. She tried to push Dave's body harder. But her strength is far from winning if you look at the size of her opponent's body. Instead of letting go, Dave locked it even more. Both of Lisa's hands pressed easily with one big hand.

"Why so fierce?" Dave started playing with Lisa's long black hair. Start sweeping each core of the face underneath carefully. His hand caressed her cheek gently. The more irritated Lisa's gaze was, the more Dave got excited to tease her. Never before had a woman escaped his seduction, of course with his perfect face in support.

Lisa didn't reply, she just kept quiet. Dave again stroked Lisa's lips gently. Tucked her hair behind her ear. Dave smiled, the girl below him looked like an obedient cat when she was silent.

"Give up already?" Dave whispered again softly in Lisa's ear, making her move a little.

"If I'm not mistaken, the next scene should be you kissing me." Lisa lifted her head slightly, deliberately whispering softly in reply to Dave.

Dave was silent, Lisa's small breaths managed to tickle his ears. He knew this girl was teasing him back. He had mistaken this girl to be different from the girls he met at the club every night. Fishing him with a small temptation has made her show her true nature. Women are the same. Dave cursed in his heart.

Dave let go of his hand, then stood up and let Lisa off his body just like that.

TING!

Fifty floors, elevator doors open. Lisa got up from her position, patting her shirt from the remaining dust on the floor. Lisa swept her gaze, slightly looked up at the five men who had been with her for a long time. Her eyes glared at Dave, then smiled lopsidedly.

"Boring!" then stepped out, without looking back.

....

"Should I send this photo to Mrs. William Jack?" Harry laughed with satisfaction seeing his snapback. About fifteen photos with different angles. The exclusive photo to blackmail Dave increased by Fifteen on his cell phone.

"Mrs. William will be delighted, you will have a brand new Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. Send me that photo too!" Brian drew closer to Harry, saw Dave's exclusive photo.

"You want that car too?" Jack joined in on the conversation. After being tired of cursing his friends playing online games for an hour, he finally gave up, came closer, and looked at Harry's cell phone.

"I want that girl, she looks cute with her round eyes when angry." Brian, nicknamed "International Playboy", because his hobby changes girlfriends every week.

"A little girl also wants you to fall prey ckckck." Jack chuckled, shaking his head with his arms folded forward. Inside his head he now felt sorry for the girl in the photo for having fallen prey to the rotten man in front of him. The girl looked about the same age as him, or maybe smaller.

Dave walked over to them, still in his bathrobe. Take things from the living room.

"Dave, you have to choose between me and Brian, who do you choose?" Jack approached Dave who was drying his hair. Dave glanced at him, then continued to dry his hair, not interested in replying.

"Dave chose me, I am Jack, your cute and funny sister, I will take good care of your girl. If you choose Brian, your girl history ends," five minutes later it was Jack who continued to disturb Dave so that his request was answered.

Pulling at his towel, hugging his legs so Dave couldn't move, pulling the hair dryer cord and hugging him from behind, hanging there, clinging wherever Dave stepped.

Dave was getting annoyed. In fact Jack would be twenty-five, but still act like an eight-year-old. Other habits like him having to hug something while sleeping when no one is sleeping with him, buying every kind of ice cream with lots of toppings every time they go out to play. Don't forget his body that can't stay still, moving all the time.

Jack grew up with his grandparents, Bill Rogers and Anna Rogers, owners of the second largest property company in the city of Los Angeles. His parents died in an accident when he was five years old. Bill and Anna who pampered him so much didn't let him scratch even an inch. Even at the age of twenty-five, Anna still gives him a drink of milk every morning and before going to bed.

"Okay I will choose you, now stay away from me!" Dave forcibly released Jack's hand which was still hanging from his back.

"Yes! You lost, Brian!" Jack jumped for joy, laughing at his victory over playboy Brian.

At five in the morning, Dave came back into the room, put his clothes back on.

Claire William, his mother had called him ten times since she arrived at the hotel in the middle of the night. He said it was a big family meal. Dave knew the big meal his mother was referring to was his matchmaking event. So far about seven large meals he has attended. Claire as usual would have called him dozens of times if he didn't come, bothering him all day long.

He was only twenty-nine years old, and his parents had already said they wanted a daughter-in-law at the age of twenty-six. Furthermore, he continued to urge him to have a grandson at the age of twenty-seven. Even when Dave was in France, Claire sent many girls for him, hoping that one of them would attract Dave to marry him. To avoid his parents' scrutiny, Dave every night hides in a nightclub. Pretend to play with the girls there. Woman, never been in his life plans so far. In Dave's eyes, women only caused trouble in his plans.

Dave came out of the room, getting ready to go home. Jack and Tommy are seen busy playing online games. Brian was on the phone with someone, Harry was reading a book. They didn't notice Dave who was standing watching them.

"I have to go home, Mom keeps terrorizing me with calls." Dave put on his shoes, ready to leave.

"Another matchmaking event uh?" Tomy answered without looking, focused on his cell phone game.

"Mrs. William is so mean, you've only been back for a week, arghh!" Jack looked annoyed, it looked like his playing enemy had killed him again. He tossed his cell phone haphazardly onto the couch, acting very desperate.

"Come to my house next time!" Dave closed the door, walked downstairs, it was almost morning, and his cell phone vibrated again, a message from Claire. Remind him for tomorrow's event. Dave took a deep breath.

It seemed like Claire wouldn't stop making him attend matchmaking events before he actually got married. Dave stepped into the elevator, saw the origin of the shiny golden floor. Recalling the little incident in the elevator with the strange girl who said he was boring. His lips lifted slightly, without him noticing.

If accidental second and third encounters are indeed the definition of fate, then Dave and Lisa must indeed be brought together by fate that binds them to each other.