Chapter 16 Indulgence

The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly, its smoke mingling with the scent of alcohol in the air.

The shifting lights created a disorienting effect, while the pulsating beats of the music seemed to resonate within his chest, causing a tremor.

The acquaintances in Albert's immediate circle are all fair-weather friends. It has been a lengthy while since Albert last socialized with them or set foot in a bar.

As Albert beheld the intoxicated men and women ahead, entwined on the dance floor exuding allure, he found himself somewhat out of place amidst such scenes.

The bar, recommended to Albert by a man known as Prince, was where such scenes unfolded.

Just hearing the name already signaled his flamboyant nature to Albert. Victor and Prince had always struggled to get along well.

Prince lounged lazily on the sofa of the booth. "What kind of party is this with not a single beauty around?" he remarked.

A nearby individual addressed Prince, "No ladies showed up, but Albert is here. He rarely attends gatherings. You mentioned you needed to ask him something—why not ask him now?"

Prompted by his friend, Prince suddenly recalled the matter he wanted to discuss with Albert, prompting him to rise from the sofa.

"Albert, I have developed a liking for a woman," Prince mentioned after taking a sip of his drink.

Prince added, "She used to be a doctor at Central Hospital and currently works at your company's medical assessment center. Her last name is Orlando."

The person beside him immediately inquired, "How does a rogue like you end up meeting a doctor?"

To which Prince retorted, "That's none of your concern."

The cigarette in Albert's hand burned down, the ash falling onto his fingers. He flicked it away, his expression unreadable. "What's her name?" he asked Prince in a calm but assertive tone.

Prince replied immediately, "Yvette Orlando."

As the bar lights continued to change, Albert's face was cast in alternating shadows, giving him a cold and distant appearance.

Albert looked at Prince, his voice calm yet forceful. He stated, "Yvette is already married."

Without waiting for a response from his friends, Albert extinguished his half-smoked cigarette. He announced, "I'm tired. I'm leaving."

He made his way through the crowd, the scent of perfume and the sight of young women in the bar only adding to his restlessness.

Albert finally stepped out of the bar, leaving behind the troubling thoughts that had plagued him. Yet, his brow remained furrowed.

The events of the day seemed surreal. Everywhere he went, he heard whispers about Yvette, prompting him to contemplate the kind of person she was.

What kind of woman was Yvette? The image of her was becoming increasingly elusive in Albert's mind. He could only recall their first meeting, also at a bar.

It was a time when Albert was going through a rough patch, having recently broken up with Violet. A friend had invited him to a party to lift his spirits.

Upon arriving at the bar, Albert noticed an equal number of men and women, each already paired off. Sitting across from him was Yvette, the woman rumored to be the most beautiful.

A message appeared in the group chat.

Someone: [Save the most beautiful woman for Albert. He's single, so he gets the first pick.]

Albert found it amusing.

He looked at the girl in front of him. Yvette's appearance was strikingly different from the other women in the bar.

She had an elegant half-ponytail that accentuated her face, making her look exceptionally beautiful. Her round eyes sparkled, captivating those who engaged her in conversation. She wore a conservative white dress that still managed to highlight her curvaceous figure.

She appeared both innocent and alluring. Despite her reserved demeanor, she remained silent throughout the evening.

Albert wasn't particularly interested in Yvette, but since his friend had assigned her to him, he decided to be a gentleman and take care of her.

After a few drinks, Albert planned to call a driver to take him and Yvette home. However, there was a long wait for available drivers.

Albert and Yvette decided to walk instead. As they passed through the underground parking lot, they witnessed couples engaging in intimate moments in the shadows.

The summer night was warm, and the alcohol had an intoxicating effect on Albert, causing him to feel a surge of desire.

Albert checked his phone to see the status of the driver he had requested, only to realize that his order had been canceled.

"I couldn't get a driver. I'll help you get a taxi," Albert suggested.

"Albert," Yvette called out.

Upon hearing this, Albert turned around and found himself locking eyes with Yvette. Yvette gazed up at Albert with a slight tilt of her head.

From Albert's vantage point, Yvette's skin appeared exceptionally soft and tender. The makeup adorning her face enhanced her beauty, and her long, alluring eyelashes further captivated Albert's gaze.

"Don't you remember me?" Yvette asked.

Albert looked at her, puzzled.

"I'm your high school classmate," Yvette explained.

He wondered, 'What did Yvette say later?'

In truth, Albert couldn't quite recall what she said back then.

What remained vivid in his memory, however, was the exquisite hue of Yvette's lips. He pondered what lipstick she might have applied to render her lips so alluring.

Albert even began to wonder if her lips tasted sweet.

Yvette's lips moved, seemingly unintentionally seductive, her gaze filled with emotion.

Unable to resist, Albert gently held the back of Yvette's head and kissed her.

After the kiss, Albert realized that Yvette's lips were as soft as he had imagined, with a hint of sweetness and a trace of alcohol.

His primal instincts took over, fueled by his desire.

Albert was so eager that he promptly ushered Yvette into the car, reclined the seat, and indulged in their intimacy right then and there.

That night, Albert had intended to indulge himself.

It was something he had never done before, not even with Violet. Violet was conservative and had insisted on waiting until marriage, a promise Albert had respected.

The alcohol had led Albert to seek solace in the arms of a stranger, giving away his virginity in the confined space of a car. He felt a sense of decadence.

In Albert's recollection, removing Yvette's white dress proved challenging due to its numerous buttons. Albert spent a considerable amount of time unfastening the buttons.

Yvette, unfamiliar with the situation, lacked finesse, and her subdued sounds were reduced to mere instinct, yet they elicited immense pleasure for Albert.

As everything concluded, Yvette quietly dressed and tidied her hair. Traces on Yvette's skin made her appear somewhat pitiable.

In the heat of the moment, emotions take over, but afterwards, it's important to think rationally.

Albert and Yvette remained silent, and as Albert pondered what to say, he suddenly noticed a glaring red stain on Yvette's white dress.

This revelation made Albert realize that the woman before him was, in fact, a maiden.

"I apologize. I was unaware it was your first time," Albert rubbed his brow, and after a long pause, he added, "This shouldn't have taken place in the car."