Fortified Wine

A woman nods her head to the jazz music she is listening to through earphones. Feeding barbeque chicken pieces into her mouth, eating lunch at a restaurant alone. Dressed in shiny clothes from head to toe, she seemed unconcerned with the gazes of the patrons staring at her in surprise at the table full of food.

Well, maybe they thought she was a little crazy. Even though she's still very sane.

Of course, she was Gizelle Castarica.

After taking her salary from the ATM, she spends her money to buy something she wants. Whatever that is. Even the woman had spent half her salary on clothes.

"Ah..." she sighed after gulping down a glass of lime squash.

Before Gizelle had time to stand up to pay the bill, her eyes stopped at the 2 men who entered the restaurant with a masculine aura.

Oh- any woman who sees these 2 people will be immediately fascinated by them. Neat hair, sweet face, sturdy jaw with a little mustache, and sturdy stature are very suitable to be hugged.

Shit! Gizelle didn't lie that her former target had a very seductive body as well as an appearance with a million charms.

Gizelle watched the two of them chatting casually, waiting for the right time. A moment later, one of the men next to her target left. Immediately, Gizelle put on her sunglasses and untangle her hair which she had tied up before putting on her hat.

Get up from the chair and walk like a catwalk model who is showing off her body with a branded bag in her right hand.

"Oops... sorry I didn't mean to, Sir."

The branded bag that Gizelle had deliberately wrapped around her arm up high, instead nudged a glass on the table containing choco fluffy to fla and all its contents spilled onto a man's thigh.

"What the fuck?!" the man lifted his face, the eagle's eyes darting sharply at Gizelle.

The perpetrator took a few pieces of tissue and then rubbed the fla over the man's thigh painstakingly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to do it. Well, this expensive bag is a bit tricky to carry around, Sir. Often bumps into things around it due to the sheer weight of the bag."

The man glared. He felt so angry at what this woman had done to him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I am only responsible for my actions, Sir."

Gizelle smirked so thinly. She pressed the tissue more and more on the man's thigh under the pretext of cleaning the fla. But several times her hand accidentally touched the location of the man's cock.

Oh- this man's virility seemed to enlarge as her stroking became more pressing.

Tch! Just like that his junior woke up, it's weak!

"Get your hands off, idiot!"

"What's wrong? I'm only responsible. Is it wrong, Sir?"

The man jerked Gizelle's hand. "How dare you touch me bitch! Go to hell!"

"Then what about your wet pants, Sir? Oh- or do you want me to wash them? All right, take them off then."

The man's eyebrows dropped sharply. Oh- how crazy this woman is. "Are you telling me to get naked, huh?!"

"No. I'm just going to wash your trousers. You can still wear your panties, right? Oh- or do you want me to wash them too? Then just take them off--"

Plakk...

The man slapped her on the cheek so hard that she almost fell to the side if she didn't keep her balance.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?" a voice coming from the table in the corner of the room chirps loudly. The muscular man walked over to Gizelle. "I can see you scolding her constantly even though her face looks guilty."

"Oh, sure. This woman--"

"Why are you still being so arrogant with her, huh?! Even now you slapped this woman so hard. What kind of man are you?!"

Gizelle blinked her eyes. Really, showing up for someone defending her like this wasn't the scenario. But who cares? Think of this as retaliation for Kenric for the man's arrogance for rejecting her outright and the slap that Gizelle believed was now red.

A moan and a sad cry came from Gizelle's mouth with two hands holding her left cheek.

Look what drama she will play this time.

"Oh- how hurt my cheeks. Do you have the heart, Sir? I already apologized to you because I didn't mean to do it. I also want to take responsibility for buying you new pants. But why did you slap me, Sir?! Why?! What's wrong with my offer?!"

What the fuck is she talking about?! Oh- this woman has gone mad.

"What are you talking about, huh?! You're not--"

"You seem so emotional. Your neat clothes don't reflect your temperamental temper. Tch! A man like you better is taught a lesson!"

Bugh...

One hit was thrown into Kenric's jaw until the man fell over.

Haha, feel it! Gizelle's mind cheered.

"Wait... what is this?" a man came from the direction of the toilet to stop the action of the muscular man who was about to throw a second punch. "Sir, what happened? Why are you being beaten like this?!"

"Hey, you! Look, your friend has slapped the beautiful woman next to me so hard. And I hate that. I hate a man who is rude to women, you know?!"

Kenric was still gawking in a slumped position and one hand was holding the corner of his reddened lips. His mind was chaotic, unable to cooperate due to this confusing situation.

He didn't do anything wrong but got hit... hey, what the hell?!

Do people nowadays really like to listen to one side instead of analyzing the story of the other side concerned?

Several waiters seemed to approach them with a panicked faces.

"Sorry, there seems to be a commotion here. What's wrong?" a waiter asked while helping Gizelle to her feet who pretended to be staggering.

"Sorry, looks like I have to rush off."