The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 226: Till the main event

Minutes ago...

"I guess it’s your lucky night," Vincent humored while Marcus collected his winnings. "What’s wrong?"

"Huh?" Marcus raised his brows as he cast Vincent a quick look. They were just seated right beside each other.

"You don’t look thrilled at all."

"Why would I feel thrilled to win a small amount of money?" Marcus snorted, leaning back after picking up his stick of cigarette. "I’m done. No more. You guys can play, but I’m not in the mood anymore."

"Come on, man! That’s not how we do this!" someone at the table who was playing with them complained. "You can’t just stop after winning three consecutive in a row!"

"Marcus, are you scared that you’ll run out of luck?"

"Just one more game, then you go."

Marcus took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head. "Nah. I’m not in the mood to empty all your funds. Go on, play."

The people at the same table complained and urged him to play another one. They couldn’t just let this guy go after taking a fraction of their money. However, Marcus wouldn’t budge but instead push his seat away to show them he’d just watch.

"Vincent, how about —"

"I’m also done," Vincent smirked. "Marcus is the only worthy opponent here, so you guys have fun."

Vincent also pushed his chair away, just like Marcus did. As he did so, he turned to Marcus and shrugged.

"You didn’t have to show mercy to them," Marcus humored. His remarks were easily missed by the people around because of the music.

"I didn’t, but I’m not in the mood."

"When were you ever in the mood?"

"That, I don’t know." Vincent took a sip from his glass, playing the liquor in his mouth for a second before swallowing it down. "It’s been a while since we hang out together. I don’t miss you at all."

"The feeling is mutual." Marcus chuckled. "So, you met with Fil?"

"Yeah."

"How did it go?"

Vincent shrugged. "I can’t say it’s good or not."

"How come?"

"You know her." Vincent clicked his tongue at his friend. "Fil might be someone who will put up with a person or situation, but when she’s done, she’s done."

"You’re not planning to make any effort to make her come back?"

"I’m thinking of one, but I —"

"Vincent, you should let her go," said Marcus. Though it sounded hypocritical, he was saying this as a friend. "I’m not going into the details on how there were many fish in the sea, but it’s the right thing to do."

Vincent chuckled as he rocked his head. "We’ve known each other for so long and I know you haven’t found the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with."

"I did."

"What?"

"We might’ve known each other for so long, but that doesn’t mean you know everything I do," Marcus remarked nonchalantly.

Vincent was in awe as he didn’t expect that from him. "Who is it?"

"Can’t tell you."

"And why is that? Afraid I’d steal her?"

"Steal her?" Marcus snorted. "No, it’s not like that. It’s just that if I told you who it is, we’re not friends anymore. I’m okay with not being friends with you, though."

"Don’t tell me... you fell in love with my little sister?" Vincent frowned as he glared at the man. "Marcus, if that’s your plan, you better stop right here and now."

"It’s not Valerie, it’s your mom! If I pursue her, I might be your stepdad."

"Don’t you dare bring up my mother to your bullshit."

Marcus laughed, arching a brow as he glanced to his side, catching Marianne talking to some women. "You and Anne good?"

Vincent glanced in Marianne’s direction on instinct before he hummed, "Mhm."

"I heard you two broke up."

"Well, our relationship is purely sexual." He shrugged, keeping his eyes on her as he gazed at her up and down. "She satisfies me and I do the same."

"You’re not sleeping with her again?"

Vincent took some time to answer as he thought about it. The main reason he slept with her to begin with was because he was drunk. It was a night that was the same as this one. A wild party where they could do whatever they wanted and, in his drunken state, he ended up in bed with her.

His affair with Marianne started like any other. He also felt guilt initially, making him avoid Fil as he knew he couldn’t face her or didn’t know how to tell her. But then, something happened and somehow, he ended up doing it again, and again and again, until it became a full-blown affair.

"You know, Marcus, I might." Vincent slowly rose from his seat, eyes on Marianne. "She knows me well, and she knows how to make me feel better. That’s what I need tonight. Otherwise, I’ll probably do something crazy and end up in Fil’s apartment."

Marcus raised his brows, watching Vincent approach Marianne. When Vincent stepped into Marianne’s vicinity, he smiled and held her arm. Marcus saw him talk for a bit before taking Marianne to one of the tables in the corner.

"I should get going," Marcus mumbled. "He really hasn’t changed."

What Marcus didn’t know was that Michael had been observing them from the corner.

***

Michael smirked and tilted his head to the woman beside him. "Dear, why not go have fun with him?"

"Who?" the beautiful model looked around, only to catch sight of Marcus when Michael pointed at him. "But he’s leaving."

"Nah. He’s not allowed to leave yet." Michael smirked and winked at her. "Make him stay for the main event. He’s part of it."

The woman assessed the knowing look on Michael’s face before the side of her lips stretched. "Sure," she winked. "I just hope this main event will be fun." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Have I ever disappointed you?"

With that being said, the beautiful woman strutted toward Marcus, who had just gotten up from his seat and grabbed his coat.

"Hey there," she greeted in front of him. "Want to have some fun?"

Marcus looked at her coldly. "No."

"Oh, come on..." The woman blocked his way again when he took a step to the side. "Why are you leaving? It’s too early."

"Miss —"

"Please?" the woman frowned, but his eyes didn’t even wane.

"Go away —"

Much to his dismay, the woman suddenly pushed him back. She exerted strength he didn’t expect, subsequently falling back on his seat. The woman then jumped on his lap, locking her arms around him.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Despite his angry voice, the woman simply giggled. "Come on, you like it too~!"

"Get off me."

"Just one drink~"

Marcus hissed as he wondered whether to push her. But with the way she held on to him, he knew he needed more than that. However, he couldn’t do that with so many people around them.

***

Meanwhile, as Marcus was trapped with this crazy lady who clung to him like glue, Marianne and Vincent found their spot. He asked her if they could talk honestly, only for Marianne to end up on his lap.

"Just for tonight." Marianne seductively wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She lowered her head, biting her lips as she somehow felt excited.

His eyelids drooped as he said, "Make me forget about her, or I might find myself in her place again."

"How about I’ll help you forget until you don’t feel the urge to run to her anymore?"

"If you can, then do it. At this point, I’m getting tired of chasing someone who might not come back at all."

"Say less." Marianne slowly lowered her head more, tilting her head to the side until their lips brushed each other. The sooner her lips landed on hers, everything else didn’t matter.

A moan immediately slipped past her lips, realizing she missed his touches. She missed the taste of his mouth, his scent, and even the warmth of his body.

She missed him.

Their kiss deepened as their body slowly and consistently flamed up. Their desire for each other reminded them of how it felt whenever they were being one. Hence, their desire slowly turned to excitement and a need for privacy.

"Hah..." when their lips parted, she rested her forehead on his, breathless.

"Let’s get the hell out of here," he whispered, feeling his pants tighten.

The corner of her mouth curled up. "I think we should," she breathed out, planting a soft peck on his lips briefly.

However, the second Marianne pushed herself from Vincent, both of them caught sight of the person sitting right across from them. Surprised, they intuitively turned their heads, only to see a pair of purple eyes staring at them coldly and emotionlessly.

"Fil."