Declan couldn't help but lick his lips as his hands began to move up and down from the length of his body.

He closes his eyes as he enjoys the sensation. To release his lust, he must first leave Margaux to accompany the girl into his office.

He had moved to the far end of the cubicle. When he began to move his hands, he felt even more uneasy.

Declan then imagines Margaux, leaning down on his crotch and blowing him up. He became increasingly aroused and smiled as he imagined the girl was making him happy.

Declan opened his eyes abruptly. The thought of Margaux's folly frightened him.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, and was punched on the side of the wall in frustration. Declan's stomach continues to ache because he hasn't completely expelled all of his juices.

"Margaux is not a woman to even praise; she is not a woman, damn it!" Declan scolded himself and fell silent for a moment as he imagined Margaux's bulging chest oozing out of her spaghetti top.

He was tensed once more. Because of this, his pupils constricted.

Declan stood up angrily, oblivious to the fact that his pain persisted. He exited the cubicle by zipping the zipper shut.

He noticed Kendra raising her hand across the comfort room's doorway and looking at him seductively.

Kendra was one of his employees, and he had several affairs with her.

"Would you like to release the body heat, sir?" Kendra asked flirtatiously, and Declan motioned for the girl to come over.

Before closing the door, the woman smiled. In turn, he gradually opened his pants and gave birth to his stretch.

Declan noticed Kendra gulping twice.

"Large and... ahh! Sir!"

Declan grabbed the girl and pushed her against the wall.

One of his favorite ways to devour a woman her was tooking them from behind.

"Pinned your breast on the wall, lady," he said, and the woman immediately obeyed.

Declan, on the other hand, did not hesitate to sweep her gown and immediately inserted his length into its delicateness.

"... aaah! S-sir, D-Declan, y-yeah fuck me hard, ahhh!" Margaux's face faded from his sight as he began to plunge quickly into the woman's hood.

With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be delighted by the girl's alluring face.

"—Fuck! Oh, my god! D-Declan, ahhn! More! D-deep!" Declan's treatment of Margaux's delicacy was pull-out, hardly, and rough. When he heard its seductive growl, he became even more ecstatic.

"M-Margaux!... aaaaah, f-fuck!" Declan's lips parted, but he was taken aback when the woman in front of him abruptly left, causing him to open his eyes.

Declan found Kendra's tone angry when his partner asked, "Who is Margaux?" And now he's having a complete mental breakdown.

"W-what?" Declan asked back, asking the girl because he had no idea what the woman was saying.

"Don't respond to me with that furious look, Declan; you mentioned her name instead of shouting my name." His lips parted. He did mention Margaux's name?

Oh, Jesus Grace!

"Is she the woman you're going to bring into your company? Is that flirty woman still wearing the—"

"Don't even dare to call Margaux a flirt, Kendra!"

Because of his enraged yell, the girl took a step back. In turn, he was taken aback by his incredible scream.

"I'm leaving." Kendra was already out of the cubicle before Declan could respond, and he couldn't believe it.

Calling Margaux's name while he is with another associate is a new experience for him.

He frowned before closing the zipper on his pants and leaning tiredly against the wall.

Declan should take action to prevent this from happening again. But the question is, is he capable of doing so?

LOOKING at the strewn papers on Declan's desk, Margaux's eyes narrowed and she thought the man was truly rebellious.

Margaux adjusted her clothes, but when she looked down, she discovered that she was not dressed as a corporate secretary.

"That annoying Declan the bastard!" she murmured softly to herself as she rushed over to Declan's table, sat down, and began to put away his belongings.

Yes, her plans went as planned, but she couldn't quite imagine what she was going to wear on her first day as the man's secretary.

Margaux can see from his reaction that Declan was gradually becoming interested in her, but not fully. When that happens, she will light a lamp on the floor to commemorate the fact that she is the victor of her vengeance.

Margaux sat in the swivel chair for a few more seconds, putting away some of the important papers that appeared to have been passed by a storm due to the amount of clutter.

She then noticed a red object taped to the far end of the table, and Margaux only realized it was lipstick when she brought her face closer to it and stroked it with her index finger.

When the door suddenly opened, she looked up, and it made a very loud noise.

Margaux rose to her feet. Especially when she saw a beautiful woman who was furious at her and quickly walked towards her.

"How dare you, bitch!" Given the speed of events, Margaux did not disarm the woman right away.

Her right hand landed hard on her cheek, twisting her head as a result of the force of the impact.

Margaux's eyes widened as she looked up in surprise at the woman who had slapped her.

She, on the other hand, will not take advantage of the situation. She also raised her hand to return the slap.

The more force she received, the more powerful she unleashed.

"Birth, flirty, whore!" Margaux just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, staring at the woman.

"Are you referring to yourself, young lady?"

The woman's face darkened and she immediately raised her right hand to slap her again, but Margaux's reflexes were quick and she quickly caught the woman's arm.

Declan came up with that phrase in the scene to greet the man inside. When his gaze shifted to the hand she was holding on the woman, his attention was drawn to her. Declan rushed over to where they were, while a dark face stared at her.

Goodness! Margaux appears to be the bad guy in this situation!

"Drop your hands, Margaux," Declan yelled angrily as she was unable to move due to her shock.

What difference does it make? Will he defend this snobbish woman more than she, who was the first to complain?

"Are you okay, Kendra?" Declan asked, and Margaux couldn't help but roll her eyes.

As she turned her gaze to Margaux, a woman named Kendra secretly smiled at her.

When Declan caressed the temple, it resurfaced with its face and acted hurt once more.

The two idiots are flirting with her in front of her. How enthralling!

"Get out first, Kendra, and return to your position; I'll just speak with Margaux."

"However, what might she say—"

"I have more faith in you than she does."

Margaux became irritated. Is Declan truly so enraged by her that he will insult her again in front of his woman?

Declan confronted the woman named Kendra as soon as she emerged.

She then noticed his subdued reaction while staring at her adamantly. Then he said something.

Declan has his arms crossed and his hands clasped as he asks, "What happened?"

Margaux, on the other hand, was cast as a character on the air because... Why would she speak if he doesn't make her believe?

"I slapped your girl!" Margaux bravely exclaimed in his face, and she was taken aback when Declan abruptly approached her without taking his gaze away from her.

Declan appeared in front of her shortly after. They are only a few inches apart. Declan then pulls her shoulders back and turns her to face him.

Declan looked her in the eyes for the first time in her life, and he was serious.

After a while, he lowered his face to force them to look at each other. Brows furrowed before he fixed his gaze on her lips.

"Margaux, tell me what really happened when I'm not there."

"That's what I slapped—"

Declan suddenly touched his lips to Margaux's, and she couldn't finish what she was about to say. Margaux's mind immediately blanked out.

Declan's lips moved to savor her delectable mouth, and she felt his hands travel to her body and find his hands at her peak.

The young man turned her around and pressed his body against Declan's. His hands were now massaging Margaux's breast, and she admitted that she was having a great time.

Then she closes her eyes and lets Declan ravish her with all of his might. She expertly wrapped her arm around Declan's neck, and the man intensified the kiss.

Margaux can't stop groaning.

"Shit! Margaux!" Declan exclaimed, her delicacy caressed by his hands. Despite the fact that she was still wearing leggings, the young man inserted his hand into her delicacy.

Margaux embraced the sweetness that engulfed her entire being. This is her first time being touched, and Declan remains the first man she allows to touch her body.

Her lips parted, even though Declan was already caressing her clitoris.

Then, startled, she opened her eyes. And pushed Declan as hard as she could. The young man appeared taken aback by what she had done to his already manly eyes.

Margaux fiddled with her clothes and couldn't bear looking at the young man. And she, on the other hand, hears Declan's slow laughter.

She shifted her gaze to the young man at an inconvenient moment.

And I even saw him licking the finger he used to caress his cl*toris.

Margaux backed away and was about to leave Declan's office when he grabbed her arm and effortlessly converted her once more.

Declan is on her back, and Margaux is on his. He hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to let her go.

Margaux's hair miraculously healed when she felt Declan's kiss on her neck while he massaged her breasts once more.

"You're not going to be able to get rid of me now, Margaux," he said seductively.

Declan's enticing voice made her hair stand on end.

"D-Declan, l-leave me alone, you beast!"

"Not until you're willing to lie naked in bed with me," he said, her face flushed. There's anxiety, fear, and... excitement. Declan, on the other hand, is not the type of man she will let him break the most stringent rules she has set aside for her future husband.

Her mind began to work at that moment. Margaux raised her right foot and broke what was between Declan's thighs.

Declan was able to free her, and she moved away from him quickly.

As he held the squirming in pain stretch, the young man jumped in pain.

Margaux felt sorry because she knew it had caused great pain, but she felt no remorse in particular, and it appeared that the young man had no intention of letting her go.

She then laughed quietly to herself. She was victorious in the first stage.

"Y-you will pay for this, Margaux, you will pay for this.

"I'm willing to do anything that — aww! It fucking hurts."

Maragux smiled as she held her successful invisible trophy in her right hand. She was about to open the door when Declan appeared in front of her, his silly grin still on her.

Goodness!

"Asshole, release me, help!" Margaux yelled effortlessly as it loaded her like a sack of rice on his right arm.

She slapped his back, but Declan just spanked her butt.

"Declan! Release me!" she yelled again, but Margaux could only hear his loud laughter.

"There's no point in shouting, Margaux; this is my office, and it's completely soundproof."

As a result, she was even more nervous. Especially after he turned left on the road and Declan was still walking down the long corridor while the man carried her on his right arm.

"Declan, where are you taking me, you jerk!"

"In my private room, Margaux. You have nothing to lose now, and we will both scream in pleasure once I'm in."

Margaux's thoughts are wandering all over the place. Declan is the man she despises, but... Why does she appear to enjoy it?

What was the source of her sudden excitement?

What made her think that she would enjoy what Declan would do to her?

B-but....

"Declan... please put me down! Have mercy on me," the young man said as he came to a halt before entering what he claimed was a private room.

Then it lowered her, and when she looked up, his face darkened.

Declan then spoke, and she was taken aback by his icy tone.

"Leave, Margaux, before I do something you don't approve of."

He bowed, and Maragux sighed as he heard Declan's rage.

"Leave now, what are you waiting for?"

Declan yelled, and Margaux backed away. Declan was enraged because she could see it with his eyes.

He'd just realized he was re-spelling the corridor back to Declan's office. She even caught Mr. Conrad's attention in astonishment by looking behind her.

"Ms. Anson, did you happen to see Mr. Heisenberg—" she cut him off and just kept walking out of Declan's office without saying anything.

Shit!

And then Margaux realized something about her plan;

How long could she keep pretending to be Declan's secretary for the next few days?

And will she be able to exact her vengeance so soon?

Declan wishes he could punch himself in the face. He wishes to inflict pain on himself as a result of what he did to Margaux, as he frequently does to seduce women.

However, he admitted that whenever he sees the girl, his earthly body comes to life.

Every time he hears Margaux's little moan, he gets a strange feeling.

What is he thinking now?

What has changed in him, and does he seem to see Margaux as a woman now, rather than a baby that he used to looked at her before?

What does he have, and why does he appear to go insane when he thinks about the girl?

Is he already swayed by its enticement? Will he be influenced by Margaux's beauty?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to.

Declan leaned against the nearest wall, then closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His mind wandered freely to the shape of the girl's body while his hands were in his pockets.

It simply cannot be. No!

"S-sir, Declan? Are you okay?" A voice came in and asked, opening his eyes and turning to Conrad when he heard the voice.

The steward cocked his brow, concerned. Declan shifted his weight before speaking, then turned to face Conrad.

"I'm fine, Conrad," he replied, but the opposite did not seem to persuade him.

"Are you certain that you saw Margaux walk out of my office?" he simply inquired.

"Yeah, she was even in a hurry, what the—" After a while, Conrad came to a halt, his lips forming a 'O'.

"—You did the..."

"No! nothing," he said emphatically, and Conrad never asked again.

Then Conrad spoke for a few seconds.

"All right, sir. I'm leaving you here because I still need to take care of something important," Conrad informed him, and he simply nodded.

Even before Conrad could flee, he caught Conrad's attention again, causing him to turn over as steward once more.

He sighed before asking. I was wondering if he had ordered an improvement for what he was going to ask.

"The woman that night, do you have a lead on that woman's identity?" In addition to his friends Lucifer and Tanner, he instructs Conrad to find out the identity of the woman he went to Muchàs Gràcias with the night before.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm having trouble determining the identity of that woman because, instead of wearing a mask, the area where you were is also dark," he replied, causing Declan to let out another violent sigh.

Declan nodded as he said, "All right, thanks; you can leave now, Conrad."

"I will notify you sir as soon as there is an improvement, and I have also asked my friends to assist me in resolving these issues."

Declan gave a tired nod before motioning for Conrad to leave.

When the steward was no longer visible to him. Declan quickly took his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his friend Lucifer's number.

"What is it now, Dec? I haven't found the lead yet; I will call you as soon as I find it."

"Let's drink tonight, and tell Tanner to do a one-on-one with the three of us at the disco bar," he said. On the other end of the phone line, Lucifer laughed.

"Before that, that was new to my ears; I'm used to you introducing the identity of that woman as the first thing you say when you call; what's different now and then?"

What exactly is the case?

Aside from being perplexed as to why he had always had Margaux in his mind, he remembered the foolishness that woman had done to him that night.

He realized he was on his way back to his office after some time. For the time being, Declan was unable to communicate with Lucifer via phone.

He was still a little stunned and turned his gaze to the area closest to his swivel chair when he imagined the sensual interaction between the two of them and the girl Margaux earlier.

He closed his eyes after a while. No! He was unaffected. He doesn't feel anything, and nothing strange rises in his body when he sees or even touches Margaux. There is none.

Will he, however, continue to deceive himself? Declan knows what it's like to be attractive with a woman, and he might be stupid if he broke the promise he made to himself.

Later, his phone rang, and he answered it right away because Tanner was registered with his caller ID.

"So, where are you? My twin and I are already at the Muchàs Gràcias disco bar."

Declan was speaking to a friend as he walked out of his office slowly. He only realized he was still dressed in a business suit at that point.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, Declan, what's the matter with you? Do you remember that woman's face?"

Out of stupidity, he slapped his brow.

"I forgot to bring my spare clothes with me—"

"Is that still a problem? Come on, you're still handsome even in business attire," his friend said, before hearing Tanner laugh on the other end of the phone.

"It would be really okay, Tan 'if I'm comfortable, but I'm not," Declan responded, his left eyebrow raised and he couldn't walk in front of his car any longer.

"Here's the thing, don't you still have a secretary? Why don't you call him instead and tell him to go home first so you can get dressed—"

"She isn't a he; she is a she, and Margaux had no idea where my house was."

"Oh! Are you now accepting a female secretary? Why is that Declan — oh shit! Fuck! Is the Margaux you're referring to, the beautiful woman you turned down the grand proposal back then?"

"Yeah!" He responded quickly.

"Oh my goodness!" Tanner exclaimed at the end of the line.

Tanner and Lucifer were aware of what he had done to Margaux while in college. And his friends understand why he did it.

"You've already met, so why don't you invite her to Muchàs Gràcias tonight, Declan? I'm sure she'll be delighted—"

"No!"

"What do you mean by that in your response, we just want to see her again right? Or what! Is Margaux still have a curvy body and not... a young baby?" He laughed, but Declan's vision darkened.

"Perhaps there are still a lot of men chasing after Margaux Anson's beauty, so can I have sex with her instead—"

"Fuck you Tanner, fuck you!" Declan yelled, cutting the phone line.

He also clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kick.

Tanner has no right to do so... and no one else is able... shit! Declan's thoughts caught him off guard.

He also stepped aside for a moment to examine his reflection in the car window.

"Fuck!! I'm a messed up," he yanked at his hair, frustrated.

Only to discover that he was dialing Margaux's phone number.

He had the girl's phone number because he got it from the resume posted there. Declan has no idea why he did it on purpose so long as...

When he heard her voice on the other end of the line, Declan closed his eyes and said, "Hello, who is this?"

"M-Margaux," he softly whispered its name, then heard Margaux's excruciating reaction when she heard his voice.

"D-Declan?"

"Y-yeah, I am; could you—"

"What do you require then?" He only realized he was smiling when he heard the woman's steady voice again.

MARGAUX'S chest trembled as she heard Declan, her boss, on the other end of the phone call.

What the young man did in his office remains vivid in her mind to this day.

When Margaux thinks about it again, she seems to want to hurt herself because she was drifting in the heat of her body as a result of what the young man did that Declan caressed her, as if he owned her.

She then let out a loud sigh.

"What are you looking for?" she inquired. Her tone of voice reflects her irritation. However, the other line simply went silent, which irritated her once more.

Is Declan teasing her once more this time?

Or perhaps she should say,

"Please meet me in the parking lot of my workplace right now."

"And why would I do that?" the other line fell silent again.

"That's an order, and I, your boss, expect you to follow it."

"I don't want to; you handle it with yourself—"

"If you don't come here for the seconds I've set aside for your arrival, I'll go to your house myseld!"

"W-what are you talking about? You can't do that, can you?"

"Why not, Margaux? I certainly have the ability to do whatever I want."

Margaux simply slapped her forehead in response to the man's annoyance. Declan couldn't have blackmailed her.

She also refuses to allow her father to see Declan for fear of receiving another resounding speech from her father here.

Margaux's father has not yet returned home, but he may do so unexpectedly and notice that Declan and she are the only two in the house.

But, in the end, Margaux granted her wishes.

And it's up to Declan Heisenberg to be moldy and waiting for her. It didn't say exactly what he expected of her, and Margaux was already thinking that Declan might do worse inside the man's office.

Her cellphone rang again as she was about to lay down on the bed. Margaux was irritated even more when she saw Declan calling her again.

"Can you tell me what you're looking for—"

"I'm on my way to your house and I am now driving in my car—"

"Ah, stupid! Don't leave, I'll come to you."

"OK, talk to you soon. I'll be waiting for you. I'm just in the parking lot — oh, would you mind if I came over to pick you up—"

"Don't, okay? I'll be the one to come to you, huh? Why are you so stubborn?" Margaux quickly went to the dresser to get dressed while Declan remained on the phone.

She wears what she touches first.

"I'm going to end this call now, bye."

"Could you please keep in contact with me even if you're taking a taxi?"

Margaux creased her brow.

"Why? Are you going to insult me again, you animal?"

"Okay, drop your phone now; I'll be waiting for you here; just please hurry," Declan said, declaring his cellphone dead at the same time.

Maragux, on the other hand, only raised her brow slightly in response to the man's rudeness.

Didn't Declan say she'd just keep her connection with the young man first?

But why does it seem like he's still so hot that he'll be killed if she calls?

She didn't even think about it and just kept walking out of the household subdivision.

Margaux flagged down a taxi and immediately informed the driver of the address where she would be delivering.

After a few moments, they arrived at Declan's company's parking lot. She was even perplexed as to why it was still open at nine o'clock at night.

"This is what I paid for," Margaux said to the taxi driver as the vehicle was backed up and driven out of the building.

Margaux was greeted by the dark ambiance as soon as the taxi left her. Her knees began to shake as a result of her nervousness.

She was also unable to open her mouth or even stand on her own because she was terrified. Margaux is afraid of any place where she will meet only pure darkness because she has a phobia there.

Shee felt as if something would suddenly pull her away and eat her alive in connection with the darkness she was so afraid of.

"Lights, please! I-I n-need lights," Margaux said, her mouth trembling. She also had no idea why her body had suddenly turned cold.

And Maragux was certain it was due to her extreme fear and nervousness.

"D-Declan..." she sobbed three times as she whispered its name.

Then, all of a sudden, someone touched her arm, rendering Margaux paralyzed, and she barely grabbed his arm while her head was submerged in his massive chest.

She was sobbing and didn't care what anyone said because all she wanted to do was hug to anyone who was with her even though he/she is a total stranger to her.

Only to discover that Declan's perfume soothed her nostrils because she was so at ease, especially because she was with someone.

But then Margaux felt his touch on her wrist again, only this time to release her body, which was clinging to Declan's.

"N-no, no! D-don't leave m-me pl-please. D-Declan don't l-leave me alone here," Margaux clung to Declan's body even tighter and tighter, closing her eyes because she didn't want to see a creature with such an ugly face.

"L-lights! Lights! I-I need lights." She is still weak. She just felt the warm arms hugging her back as if she felt it was protecting her.

"All right! I'm not going to leave you here," it finally said, but then a light came on, and Margaux hurriedly moved away from Declan's body.

Maragux even pushed him a little bit.

"Was that all? When you made me hug you, you just pushed me—"

"What do you require, Declan? Please let me know so that I can return home."

"But first, hug me again—"

She simply yelled in front of Declan's face, which caused the young man to laugh before becoming serious.

"I would appreciate it if you could accompany me in Muchàs Gràcias."

"What do you mean, Muchàs?"

Declan said it again: "Muchàs Gràcias."

Margaux, on the other hand, had no idea where that was. Declan interrupted her as she was about to say something.

"I need someone to drive me home; I'll just have a drink there; and you, as my secretary, have no choice but to obey my command; you have no right to complain because you are now sealed."

The smokey atmosphere, the loud music playing at the end of the stage, the various colors of disco lights, and the men's screams as they sipped the drink she couldn't name.

That was the first thing Margaux saw when she stepped into the sinful disco bar.

Margaux clung so tightly to her jacket as she struggled to blend in with the bodies that didn't care if they were touched.

Margaux tried to avoid them, but the second time her body was hit by an unknown personality, she backed away but also came to a halt as to what she was doing when her back collided with a sturdy body that looked like a concrete object that could not be broken even by the storm.

Unexpectedly, she looked up to see who that man was, only to find Declan frowning at her.

"How come you always took a step back?"

The man inquired, and it was only then that Margaux realized Declan had already grasped both of her shoulders, holding them for support so she wouldn't fall to her feet.

Then Declan steered her to the right path of facing him.

"..ugh! I — I..." How is she going to express her dissatisfaction with the situation? She couldn't look Declan in the eyes and instead concentrated on her feet.

He gradually let go of her, but he never took his gaze away from her. Declan's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her mini skirt.

"Why are you... w-wearing a..." Declan clenched his left fist in his mouth before coughing, "—skirt that can see your legs. Men here are dangerous. They are wild when it comes to releasing body heat."

Margaux became alarmed at the sudden appearance of danger. She rolled her eyes at the whole thing and noticed a few men staring at her as if they were about to strip her naked.

Margaux flinched from the terror in her body; if she hadn't felt Declan's grip on her side again and turned her without hesitation to bring the body closer to the man, Margaux wouldn't have been able to look away from those men who chased lust after the flesh.

She raised her eyes to Declan, who was now staring down at her.

"Don't worry, don't be scared; you're with me, and once those assholes see that I'm holding you, they'll eventually turn away from you."

Margaux was still nervous. "H-how did you say that?" Declan then gave her a reassuring smile.

Margaux couldn't help but wonder once more. Declan has given her a genuine smile for the second time.

"Why don't you look around and see for yourself, Margaux?" said the young man, and she immediately regained her sight, proving Declan correct.

It felt like a gunshot wound to the men who had suddenly averted their gaze and were now preoccupied.

"Now get going."

She returned her gaze to the young man, puzzled, "huh?"

"Go ahead, you walk first, and I'll just follow."

"But, w-why—"

"Just do it, okay?" she heard the irritation in its tone. "Why are you asking so many more questions?"

Margaux simply turned away, as she didn't want to argue any longer. She no longer felt detached, as if she were about to be slaughtered by the looks men were throwing her way.

But, once again, the deadly stare of the women in the distance was striking. Margaux simply ignored it, as she was no longer interested.

"Declan!" yelled a man ahead of Margaux, and she couldn't place who it was. But it wasn't until she got closer that she realized who that voice belonged to.

Declan's closest companions were Lucifer Bennington and his twin Tanner.

She suddenly shrank back, especially as the men stared her down from head to toe.

Declan, Lucifer, and Tanner exchange a man hug before a fist bump, and Margaux turns around as Declan's two friends looked at her.

She recognized them because they had both witnessed Declan's rejection of her proposal at the time.

Declan seemed to be teasing Margaux. It demonstrates to his friends that Declan can easily command her obedience while also insulting her at any time.

"You really included Margaux, bud. Hahaha why is that?" Declan just smiled before turning to face her.

"Sit, Margaux," the young man said, giving her a cynical look before screamed out loud.

Margaux's feathers were healed as a result of what they did. It was as if she was betting, and she imagined them secretly giving each other a money when she was no longer in front of them.

Margaux eventually decided to return home. She returned her attention to the one she and Declan were going through. Maybe she won't vanish if she goes all the way to the end by herself, right?

Margaux turned to face the young man, while Declan was conversing with Lucifer and Tanner, who were now sipping the newly released sourdest drink that was already on the table for them.

Then Margaux coughed to get Declan's attention, and it didn't take her long to turn it around.

"Do you need anything, Margaux?" Declan turned to face her and placed his hand slightly in front of her and on her face, causing her to hold her breath.

"C-can I-I go to the comfort room?" she may ask, and the truth is that she is really going home at that point.

Declan stood up and stared at the very dark room with the very spacious cubicle, which surprised Margaux.

"L-go, let's and I'll accompany you—"

"No, let me do it!" exclaimed the young man, turning his head to face her.

"You don't know every nook and cranny of this place, Margaux; men are now in the—"

"Can I be myself?"

"No, you are not—"

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" What Margaux really doesn't want is for someone to get in the way of her decision.

Declan moaned before averting his gaze, returning to his seat, and ignoring her.

Margaux bit her lower lip uncomfortably, despite Declan's refusal to let her leave.

Then, all of a sudden, one of the twins turned to her. She only knew who it was because of the t-shirt they were wearing with the name printed on the front.

Lucifer was one of the twins who approached her. Instead, he gave her a friendly smile.

"Go Margaux, Declan was just... uhmm...mad!" Margaux nodded and turned away.

Because she had already stepped on her feet, she had no idea what Declan's reaction would be.

Margaux felt as if she was being watched with each step she took, but she ignored it and kept on walking.

Because of the music that swayed their hips, she was already engulfed by people dancing. Margaux looked over at Declan's table, but they were no longer visible.

She smiled because she realized she could finally go home at that point.

Margaux's smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Three men stood in her way, staring at her like mad dogs.

Their tongues were still protruding from their mouths, and a smirk was plastered across their faces, terrifying her entire body.

She was about to flee to cross the street when they apprehended her. Margaux yelled for help, but no one came to her aid as she suffered at the hands of the three men, as if something bad was in store for her.

Along with the very loud ringing of disco sounds, there was a very loud shout from Margaux. However, everyone else was still dancing, and no one seemed to notice her screams.

The men dragged Margaux to a location where she had lost track of the disco bar.

Margaux couldn't figure out why she was crying in the middle of the night.

"D-Declan! Release me, Declan help!" she yelled, but no one came to her aid.

As she sobbed, she could hear the men's deafening laughter.

A man let go of her hand in order to caress her leg with his fingers.

"N-no! N-no! Please, please. H-have mercy, please! Let me go."

Two other men were holding both of her arms, and it wasn't until she realized she was in a sinful room that she realized what was going on.

She screamed and sobbed for assistance. Margaux then felt a hand on her womanhood.

"Nooooooooo!"

Margaux's attention was drawn to the door because of a loud bang.

Declan was standing in the door jamb, fist clenched, looking at her lying on the bed and being molested by men lusting after flesh.

"D-Declan......" She stiffened. Her heart was pounding at a rapid pace. The men have also stopped molesting her and are now staring at a young man whose face cannot be printed.

"M-Margaux..." Declan said as he looked at the men who were molesting her.

The young man clenched his fists at the criminals who were about to rape her because of the speed of events. Margaux screamed as she was not used to seeing such a sensitive commotion in front of her.

Declan's face darkened as he looked at the man who had suddenly scrambled out of the room and even hit his head on the partition of the wall.

Declan's gaze was drawn to her, and he approached her slowly, bowed, and knelt to check on her.

Margaux couldn't help but embrace the young man. Sobbing.

Margaux wasn't sure if she was holding his breath because her hug was so tight, but the young man didn't complain.

"T-Thank you, D-Declan; I-I'm not sure what's going on with me right now if you don't come."

Declan was deafeningly quiet. Instead, he simply allowed her to embrace the young man too tightly.

"I told you, it's dangerous for a woman to walk around without any resistance to men who crave flesh, and you..." He paused. Margaux was also relieved by Declan's voice, which indicated that he was...angry but concerned.

"You're so stubborn, Margaux... You're so stubborn that I just want to smack my head against the wall; what if I don't come? What's wrong with you now—"

Margaux manages to speak up in between sobs.

"I'm s-sorry.... I-I really want to go home, b-because I really am not comfortable with the place Declan." Finally she had said it all.

"Bullshit! Why didn't you just tell me first hand?"

Margaux simply closed her eyes due to Declan's scream. Margaux just hugged Declan even tighter around his massive frame. "I... I just had an idea—"

"—Are you going home alone? Am I right there?" She didn't respond.

For a brief moment, the surroundings were deafeningly quiet. She was startled when Declan grabbed her arms and wrapped them around her body and stood up.

She was afraid of being left in the room and knew she didn't deserve to be there.

When Margaux noticed Declan, he immediately removed his coat and wrapped it around her thighs.

For some reason, and for the first time, she just looked at the young man as he did that. Declan made her feel secure.

Today, he isn't the Declan who teases her all the time, but the Declan who genuinely wants to protect her.

Margaux later realized that her buttocks had simply risen away from the bed as a result of the young man's load.

"Let's go home," he said, but Margaux was speechless and couldn't respond.

Margaux's system was still filled with fear and nervousness, especially when she heard the horrifying voices of those men who wanted to move her even further.

For the first time, she appreciates Declan's assistance.

Margaux feels safe in his care for the first time.

They didn't agree on many things, but at the time, she wanted to thank Declan for saving her from the hands of those men who were planning to do unnecessary things to her.