Alicia, now quite experienced, remained calm and composed. She blinked at the sight before her.

The male escort, unable to contain himself, blushed and leaned in. “Miss, would you like to inspect it first?” he asked, grabbing her hand and guiding it to his crotch. Alicia gently pulled her hand back, smiling coolly. “I’ve already seen what I needed to. Very impressive,” she replied.

The male escort licked his lips and sat down, gesturing for Alicia to touch his abs while trying to maintain his composure.

Caden observed from a distance, his expression cold and unreadable. As a man, he recognized the tricks the escort was trying, and it irritated him further.

The male escort was growing increasingly impatient. After all, resisting Alicia’s charm was no easy feat. She only had to be present; her beauty was enough to stir desire in any man.

Caden, his anger rising, slammed his glass down onto the table.

Gerry, startled by the sudden move, asked, “Caden, what’s wrong?”

Caden kept his gaze fixed on Alicia, his voice cold as he replied, “Pour me a drink.”

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His tone was sharp, catching Gerry off guard. Why was Caden so intimidating? Was he about to do something rash?

Caden appeared enraged, but he didn’t say more. Gerry quickly poured him a drink.

Meanwhile, Alicia and the male escort continued undisturbed. She casually enjoyed the fruit he offered her, her demeanor calm despite the tension in the air.

Soon after, Monica reached her limit. She was drunk and wanted to leave. The young man accompanying her eagerly suggested he could drive her home.

Alicia, knowing that Monica often boasted but was shy in reality, politely declined the offer.

As they left the bar, the Flynn family’s driver pulled up. He took Monica from Alicia and expressed his gratitude to her. Alicia offered a polite smile in return.

Monica rested her head against the car window, gazing at the male escort with a look of regret. Her thoughts seemed unclear. “Alicia, I’ve already paid. You should have some fun with him too,” she said.

Alicia, caught off guard, was at a loss for words.

Monica squinted, holding up two fingers. “Just two of them!” Monica shouted. “That’s more than Caden ever…”

Alicia, horrified, quickly dashed over and covered Monica’s mouth with her hand. She hurriedly pushed Monica into the car and told the driver to roll up the window.

Curious, Gerry asked, “More than what?”

Alicia, under Caden’s intense scrutiny, managed an awkward smile. “I don’t know. She talks nonsense when she’s drunk.”

Gerry understood and nodded, sensing the awkwardness.

It was late, and the cold was beginning to settle in. Gerry, ready to head home, asked Caden, “Shall we head back together?”

Caden kept his eyes fixed on Alicia, his expression unreadable. With no emotion, he replied, “Go ahead. I’m going to have a smoke.”

Gerry thought little of it and walked toward his car.

Alicia looked around, realizing the male escort was missing.

Caden flicked his lighter and lit a cigarette. “He’s in the car outside, waiting for you.”

Alicia glanced at him. It was the first time she had seen Caden smoke. Surprisingly, it made him appear even more attractive and mysterious than she had expected. His effortless cool seemed to captivate women with ease.

She responded indifferently, “Alright.” Her voice carried a distant tone.

As she began to walk away, Caden narrowed his eyes and called after her, “Hooking up with someone randomly when you’re upset isn’t a sensible way to cope.”

Alicia froze in her tracks.

Her eyes locked with his, which carried a mocking glint. He added, “Besides, he’s not particularly impressive in size.”

Alicia inhaled deeply, then, with a smile, replied, “You’re overthinking this. I didn’t spend money tonight to blow off steam, but because I’m tired of the same old routine and crave something different.”

Caden’s gaze remained fixed on her. The dim glow of his cigarette cast a sinister light in his dark eyes, making them appear even more menacing.

Was she tired of him?

He scoffed, “Fine. I hope your night is memorable.”

Alicia answered with composure, “You too.”

Just as she turned to walk away, he caught her wrist. Confused, she turned to face him, but before she could react, he drew her close and pressed his lips to hers abruptly.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was more like a bite.

Each pull and grind was filled with such fierce aggression, as if he intended to dominate her, to overwhelm her.

Alicia’s eyes flew open. As usual, resistance was pointless. He held her firmly, his relentless exploration of her mouth showing no signs of stopping.

The subtle taste of tobacco lingered on her tongue, dulling her senses like an anesthetic. Her mind went blank in an instant.

Then, a sharp pain shot through her lips.

Caden relaxed his hold slightly, and they separated just enough for their breaths to mingle more heatedly. The pain in her lips persisted, and she tasted a hint of blood.

She glared at him, her anger evident.

Caden, eyeing her now-rosy lips, swiftly licked away the blood.

Alicia found his behavior unbearable. The pain deepened in her chest. “Caden, what on earth do you want?”

Caden relaxed his hold.

“Just a kiss. What’s the big deal?” His eyes burned with intense desire, but his voice remained casual. “Go ahead. Your escort shouldn’t have to wait.”