Chapter 218 Break Up with Him!
Francis stood tall in his immaculate suit and tie, exuding an aura of elegance even while cracking lewd remarks.
Harper's complexion paled, her shock evident as she swayed slightly under his gaze.
Ignoring her distress, Francis turned his gaze to Keith, a hint of mockery dancing in his eyes. "Congratulations on wrecking yet another relationship. Seems like you're quite the expert at it, huh? Not your first rodeo, it appears!"
The jealousy behind Francis's words was palpable, though Keith maintained a composed exterior amidst the verbal sparring.
Unable to contain her anger any longer, Harper snapped back, "Francis, how much more gibberish are you going to spout?"
Arching a handsome eyebrow, Francis taunted, "Which part of my statement is inaccurate? Need me to elaborate on the details for you?"
Feeling helpless, Harper refrained from engaging further, sensing Francis's readiness to escalate the situation.
Observing the tense exchange, Keith grew increasingly discontent. He noticed that Francis looked as if he didn't care at all, but as a fellow man, Keith could tell that Francis's demeanor was already a sign of him being extremely agitated, to the point of not hiding it at all.
With a raised eyebrow, Keith decisively took Harper's hand, noticing the softness of her palm which stirred a fleeting emotion within him.
Having shunned physical encounters with women before meeting Harper, Keith found himself surprisingly drawn to her, a departure from his prior aversion.
As he held her hand firmly, Keith addressed Francis with a steady gaze, "Mr. Getty, Harper is now my girlfriend. She's the one I'll cherish going forward. I'm here to express gratitude too; thank you for parting ways with her, granting me this opportunity."
Francis's complexion darkened visibly, his ire barely contained upon Keith's provocation. If not for Harper's potential reaction, Francis might have already resorted to physical confrontation.
Harper's hand was held tightly by Keith, and she couldn't break free. She looked up at him, and Keith gave her a gentle smile.
Harper was genuinely surprised. Keith's acting was really good; the affection in his smile seemed real.
But she still didn't like Keith provoking Francis. She knew too well how serious the consequences of angering Francis could be.
Taking advantage of Keith's moment of relaxation, she forcefully pulled her hand back and said, "Let's go."
The fleeting warmth vanished from Keith's touch, his expression dimming slightly as he sought to follow. Unexpectedly, Francis seized Keith by the collar, hoisting him off the ground with a chilling intensity.
His eyes icy, Francis issued a stark warning, "Even if she agreed, I won't allow anyone else to lay a hand on what's mine."
Harper turned around to see Francis about to punch Keith, which made her panic at once.
"Francis!" She snapped at him, her voice tinged with panic and a plea for peace falling on deaf ears as the frostiness around him thickened.
Driven to desperate measures, Harper sank her teeth into Francis's arm.
But Francis's suit was quite tough, and she didn't manage to bite him; instead, she hurt her own teeth.
Francis's tall figure stiffened, the coldness growing even more intense. She actually bit him for another man!
Instantly, his anger surged, and his eyes turned bloodshot. "Let go of me!"
Harper couldn't speak, glaring at him. Her eyes conveyed the message that she wouldn't until he let go of Keith first.
Out of nowhere, Francis released his grip, swiftly swooped down, and hoisted her effortlessly onto his shoulder, causing a cascade of roses to tumble from her arms, showering the ground in a flurry of petals.
His eyes turned steely as he stomped on the roses with a vengeance, mashing them under his unforgiving shoes, their fragrant essence smushed into the pavement.
Keith's demeanor hardened as he moved to confront them, but Victor intercepted, blocking his path. With a smirk, Keith shed his mild demeanor along with his glasses, launching a punch at Victor.
Caught off guard, Victor took the hit but retaliated in kind, the scuffle erupting between them. Meanwhile, Francis paid no heed to the altercation behind him, his handsome features twisted in a dark scowl as he carried Harper toward the car.
Harper let out a startled cry, pounding on his back in vain, her protests echoing through the restaurant as she struggled in his grasp. "Francis! Let me go!"
Ignoring her protests, he plopped her into the back seat, the leather upholstery providing a somewhat gentler landing than expected, though her head still swam with disorientation as she tried to push herself out of the car.
Her hand fumbled for the door latch, only to have her ankle yanked back forcefully. Before she could react, Francis reappeared on the other side, seizing her feet and hauling her back into his arms with a determined grip.
He promptly locked the car door, resulting in Harper seething with rage and seizing his collar in a bid to strike him. "Francis, are you out of your damn mind? Let me freakin' go!"
He leaned in, trying to restrain her flailing hands, but Harper, with a wary look, clutched her clothes tightly into a corner to stay away from him as far as possible.
Instantly, Francis's eyes darkened again. He forcefully lifted her ankle, causing Harper to straddle his lap, her thighs tightly pressed against him. Despite trying to shift, their bodies drew closer, her breath quickening and cheeks blazing with embarrassment as she felt his arousal.
Frustrated and angry, Harper cursed under her breath, "You pervert!"
Breathing heavily, Francis warned her with a hoarse voice as he bit on her lip, "Keep pushing and you'll regret it right here and now."
Harper winced, the awkward at the pain, the degrading position fueling her urge to strike back, but he held her hands in a vice grip.
At that moment, fear and anger almost overwhelmed her.
"Now that you're quiet, it's my turn to settle things with you," his dangerous voice whispered in her ear.
Harper glared at him, "What do we have to settle?"
Francis's expression was grim as he grabbed her chin and lifted it. "Who said you could agree to be his girlfriend?"
Harper's eyes flickered. Even though it was a lie, she didn't feel she owed him an explanation. She might as well use this to make him angry and let her go.
She retorted, "We're both single. Who said I can't agree?"
Francis's face darkened. "I said so. And I say you will break up with him."
Harper was baffled. "Who are you to tell me what to do? We're over."
Francis's fingers tightened suddenly. "We just had sex. How does that make us over?"
Harper winced in pain, frowning slightly, and deliberately provoked him, "You're this naive? Does a one-night stand mean something? If you must define what's between us, then we're just fuckbuddies."
"Fuckbuddies?" His gaze pierced her, relishing the term as he jeered, "So you won't end things with him?"
"None of your business," Harper retorted, turning away with a shiver, every muscle in her body tense.
Just as tension peaked between them, a distant clamor outside caught their attention. Keith and Victor stood by the car, one advancing, the other trying to restrain him.
Shielded by tinted windows, Harper avoided their gazes, the scene inside the car undoubtedly mortifying if revealed. With her eyes locked on him, she demanded, "Let me go."
Francis, glancing at the men outside, leaned in with a sly smile. "Are you afraid?"
Before Harper could respond, he dipped down swiftly, sinking his teeth into her delicate neck. The sudden warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine.
He didn't bite hard but maliciously sucked on her neck, his tongue lightly sweeping over her skin, hot and moist.
In an instant, goosebumps rose all over Harper's body. Her eyes reddened with anger, and she retaliated by biting him back with all her might.
He grunted, his blood instinctively surging with excitement, and then he responded even more intensely. The clear, wet sensation spread from her neck to further down.
Harper quickly gave in, her elbows pressing against his chest, pushing him with all her strength.
Releasing her, Francis inspected the faint mark of her bite, sensing a surge of adrenaline. Swiftly, he ran his fingers over the spot where she had left a trail of saliva and blood, smearing it across her lips provocatively.
"Unless you end things with him, expect more thrills like this. Better get used to it," he warned.
Feeling humiliated and provoked, Harper lifted her hand to curse, "You are sick!"
In a deft move, he caught her hand and then the other, pushing them above her head against the car window. "Yes, I'm twisted."
His lips curled into a smirk as he suggested, "Why not give our audience a show?"
With a rumble, the car began to shake.
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